Spring Day
the cat returns with cobwebs
in his whiskers

summer cabin —
I do away
with the curtains

lunch time
the treecutter finds a tree
for shade

sunny snag
a pair of turtles slide
into thick silt

heat wave —
  crayfish holes
      incline to the north

boundary feud —
picking the blackberry
that breaks the web

from deep in the forest
a haunting birdsong
sung just once

ancient sequoia
straw hat
in my hand

marsh lightning
the tree’s blossoms open
into egrets

stepping stones
across the stream
your hand small in mine