raven’s cry
all the partings
still to come

The warm glow
of living rooms —
one of them mine

sleet storm
the bare tree branches glisten
with grackles

sound of the dog
getting through
to the marrow

moving day
the old dog paces
the empty rooms

winter sunset —
an aerial rattles
with magpies

needles of rain
the talk show guest
addresses my problem

mid-morning
an ice-crack ricochets
across the river

rain patter
on the windshield
. . . second lie

Winter sunset
on the surf line
jellyfish globes