frost on the Daphne
the way he says
Never mind

teenagers
holding up a wall
first dandelion leaf

dawn breeze
leaf shadows
on her freckles

echo
of the pileated’s call . . .
wavering lake reflection

sunbeams
the crow’s slow side-shuffle
down the wire

strawberry picking —
i stumble
over my past

chickadee chatter . . .
all the people peripheral
to a life

morning prayer
a white-throated sparrow
opens with song

marbled weather
gulls in free fall
over the ocean

twice swept out
twice blown back
a dove’s feather