cold moon —
a moment of hesitation
years ago

the wrong road —
precisely placed hoof prints
of a horse

shop window
the beggar’s reflection
in new clothes

first warm day
the toy cup fills
with sunlight

first day of spring
she doesn’t ask me
why I’m late

morning shift
one star
over the mineshaft

road puddles —
umbrellas dip
at each passing car

muted sunshine
the old cat stalks
with a limp

the scent
of thawing earth
distant dinner bell

filling
a whole room —
the snapped daffodil