snow glare —
the scent of lotion
on a pair of sunglasses

hazy dawn
a skunk’s white stripe
blends with the daisies

Chinese New Year —
daring to call my sister
              a monkey

miles of beach . . .
the sudden urge
to run

walking off anger . . .
Johnny-jump-ups
exactly mid-path

almost spring
noseprints
on every window

sunbeams
the toddler sticks his finger
in a daffodil

sea mist burning off —
a sandpiper glides by
on blurred legs

formal garden —
dog-toothed violets
loose on the lawn

yesterday’s rain —
another butterfly changes
the size of the blossom