summer’s end
loose-leaf notebook snaps
echo in the hall

crisp blue sky
the fir tip
rests a crow

spawning salmon —
a bubble rises between
the river stones

nameless stream
I vaguely remember
my father’s face

autumn wind
the sidelong glance
from a goose

early autumn park
the perfect circles
of a little girl

autumn walk
needles at the bottom
of the stream

autumn breeze
a pine cone waddles
toward the shore

windrows . . .
the undulating whistle
of pigeon wings

Indian summer —
a squirrel tips over
the bag of rock salt