more snow . . .
the brittleness
of the wishbone

country evening —
smoke crosses the river
far from the bridge

empty platform —
my shadow grows longer
waiting for you

deserted stadium
the caretaker kicks
a goal

first day of spring
a new bottle of ink
for an old fountain pen

the grinding gears
of a flatbed truck
snowflakes

train coming —
all the snowmen
begin to move

winter rain . . .
the light
from the flower shop

vernal equinox —
winter overflows
the closet

spring breeze
patches of old snow
in the junkyard