her auburn hair
still catches my eye —
autumn wind

mid-week
the crouch
of a grasshopper

Family quarrel
the breakfast tartness
of fresh quince jam

parking lot crow —
the same complaints
every morning

autumn river
the old couple walks
not holding hands

Indian summer
the drawing teacher draws
between classes

clouded moon
I let the machine
pick up his call

early to the station
ducks fly overhead
in pairs

they speak again
if only of the weather
clearing sky

ginko
to learn of the pine . . .
sticky fingers