my lungs fill
with alpine air . . .
wanting to yodel

day’s end
the length of my fish
the length of my father’s fish

veterans’ home
with his left-handed hook
a paper swan

an old love song —
mother slices
homegrown tomatoes

first day of school
the teacher
wears purple socks

solar eclipse
the valley fills with
howls

moonless night —
from the harvested field
the hoot of an owl

billowing curtains —
an unexpected memory
of Grandma’s parakeet

summer’s end
last of the blackberries
behind a web

fall colors —
my youngest son’s
deep voice