finding Orion . . .
how moonlight shines
in my daughter’s hair

where he drowned
the broad backs
of catfish

tending
her grave for spring —
tending my soul

wind chill —
walking backward
toward home

news of her cancer —
the radiance
of paperwhites

Lantern Moon —
I guide mother’s steps
around the duck pond

one purple finch —
the tick of sunflower husks
on first frost

bone cold
the lights from shore
lost to fog

lost —
I watch
a falling leaf

spring-like day
the cat grapples
with a catnip bird