scent of the river
in some of the laundry
Indian summer

autumn drizzle —
a grove of maple trees
lights the way home

morning glories
what is left
of the rain

again and again
to the tip of the rod
red dragonfly

black clouds part —
a moon so full
I could howl

women’s refuge —
new light finds the blue
in painted glass

fall migration —
the park duck waddles
back to the pond

stillness
after the storm —
furled hibiscus

autumn hike
       slowly we descend the mountain
                into evening

graffiti
sharper
by moonlight