my bare feet
among heron tracks
ebb tide

a smear of stars
from horizon to horizon —
the loon’s necklace

summer house —
the key sticks
when leaving

nameless longings
a floating seed
eludes my hand

vacant playground
the shadow of the swing
wanders off

thin moon
a harrier hawk
working the field

end of summer
the sheep the color
of parched grass

first cool night . . .
I dream of knitting
firefly sweaters

tobacco harvest
women in lamplight
tie the quilt

rural school . . .
the shy smiles of children
waiting for the bus