equinox —
splitting the last tomato
with a jackknife

high autumn days
the morning glories open
to whatever comes

a couple kissing,
not even moonlight
between them

the drift
of a nearby conversation
autumn leaves

full moon —
her updated version
of the future

dawn frost
a screech owl finishes
the hunt

one corner then the other
of my book —
black-tip dragonfly

edge of the reeds
a rattlesnake pair
tails whispering

new love . . .
   the ripples of a braid
      undone

memories —
the smell of matches
fills the kitchen