cutting out pictures
    from old calendars . . .
       autumn drizzle

Christmas at the mall . . .
the turkey steps forward
with a clipboard

this year’s candles
in last year’s wax —
Chanukah eve

ripe persimmons
glazed with frost—
my soft red shawl

blue heron
standing at the edge
of the falls

something to it
about taking your time
ripe peaches

clouds building . . .
paper snowflakes
in the window

December evening:
the smell of gingerbread
in mother’s hug

distant wren song . . .
the brown river
slowed to green

shadows of blue hills —
wild turkeys forage
among a clutch of old stones