missing steeple —
crows settle
in a hemlock tree

the horned moon —
a grub in one hand
a seed in the other

frozen morning
a pansy’s blue face
in the leaf litter

spring —
the pause before
she pulls a sapling

the sidewalk ends
at a high stone wall
dandelions

tea house
a small leaf
blackens a tooth

apples in bud
a white lie
about her complexion

heirloom seeds
a young woman kneels
in the garden

first warm day
she asks me if I still
want a divorce

my downed kite —
    following its string
        to a stranger’s door