sun on my back —
all the flower pots
arranged just so

there they are
in the bonsai exhibit
pot of weeds

autumn sunrise —
a muskrat grooms the dew
into its coat

trail of leaves
the child’s plastic rake
missing teeth

Indian summer
small boys run naked
on the tide line

petting farm —
first the children
chase the geese

her birthday —
I count the rosebuds
left on the bush

red maple leaves
scattered on moss —
the sound of falling water

breezy afternoon
children chasing children
chasing leaves

wind in the reeds —
my daughter speaks
about forgiveness