winter doldrums
up to her elbows
in potting soil

broken iris
every vase
looks wrong

scent of lilacs
the chalk ledge full
of small pieces

mosquitoes
the slap of feet
in the dojo

meditation —
     a hickory nut
         hits the skylight

snowcaps
clouds of breath
above the herd

sunshine
through the river’s haze
white butterflies

alley windows
laundry and gossip
pass back and forth

a spider crawls
from the bonsai pot —
cello notes

a new day
         how to translate
this talk of crows