snow covered meadow
         a fox dives into
                 the sound
                        from a
                             vole

Mother's Day
he returns the tadpoles
to the pond

lenten sacrifices . . .
small
potatoes

Judgement Day
I get in the long line
for deviled eggs

false spring
my perennial need
for pink sweaters

scent of pine
the ache
in her cane

autumn shedding the upper choir of leaves
 

moonlit moth . . .
he says I fell
in love first

a long walk . . .
the snow
that talks back

baby shower
refilling
the birdbath

drought year
water drips
from a tailpipe

buck moon telling my story all wrong
 

after confession
the whirring
of streetsweepers

mildew on the mint
we talk at length
about regrets