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early frost
a scatter of termites
from tonight's log | sballas |
new motorcycle
we pass through the scent
of someone's dinner | sballas |
sun-baked grasslands
the color in the wings
of blackbirds | sballas |
midnight??
the last firecracker
fizzles | sballas |
romanian village
when the dog has passed
the rooster crows | sballas |
autumn rain
she lights her cigarette
from his | sballas |
dusty hike
a snail also crossing
the dry stream | sballas |
so dry??
the chaparral partly woven
into my socks | sballas |
the ragged bark
of a paper birch
his death day | sballas |
mother mends her shawl
with tobacco twine . . .
curing season | sballas |
end of winter
the flannel sheets
worn smooth | sballas |
spring cleaning
our cat curled up
in the give-away box | sballas |
downpour . . .
two blackbirds bathing
in cherry blossoms | sballas |
bullfrog eyes
half out
dusk moon | sballas |
carpooling??
i discover my colleague's
passion for lilies | sballas |
my teenager
folding paper samurai
spring wind | sballas |
gathering clouds
the rusty tractor
in a deep rut | sballas |
soap bubbles
from a child's wand . . .
spring breeze | sballas |
long-stay ward
a forged signature
on the mother's day card | sballas |
quaker meeting
a breeze passing
from tree to tree | sballas |
casting stitches
on a circular needle . . .
new year's day | sballas |
below zero . . .
verbalizing
my self talk | sballas |
lullaby lyrics . . .
the graceful curve
of a snowfield | sballas |
deep winter
the lemon seeds also
sliced in half | sballas |
cinnamon toast??
my boys warm
from their beds | sballas |
after soup
the warmth
of the bowl | sballas |
icy rain
the clatter of teacups
on a wobbly cart | sballas |
longest winter
the potato basket
empty | sballas |
snow moon??
steam rising
off the milk pail | sballas |
low winter moon
just beyond the reach
of my chopsticks | sballas |
sudden chill
from across the lake
another loon | sballas |
first autumn
without mother
the leaves | sballas |
before dusk
that thin strip of light
under the clouds | sballas |
fallen leaves??
my old dog
finds his way | sballas |
thanksgiving??
holding a bite
through the prayer | sballas |
mountain stream
two stone bridges
joined by mist | sballas |
last leaves fall
the warmth of his voice
deep in his letters | sballas |
voting day??
crows on a cedar bough
shift their weight | sballas |
first frost
the smell of dust
burning in the ducts | sballas |
christmas eve
cracking walnuts for his son
and his dad | sballas |
veranda railing
a magpie stares down
the dog | sballas |
early morning sounds . . .
the stench of the cattle truck
before it arrives | sballas |
setting sun??
the old man catching fish
and letting them go | sballas |
autumn wind
unwinding summer's
entanglements | sballas |
forest tree??
lichen by-passes
an old wound | sballas |
between fence rails
a little boy explains cows
to the cows | sballas |
heat lightning
a beggar outside starbucks
shakes his cup at me | sballas |
summer's last hour:
a yellow-jacket settles
in my garden glove | sballas |
mountain lake
i paddle the moon path
to your cabin | sballas |
leaden sky
this dead finch
weighs nothing | sballas |
sunrise at the pier??
calamari fishermen
bowing to the sea | sballas |
late afternoon sun
pigeons land
on all the heroes | sballas |
after fireworks
the last croaks
of roosting egrets | sballas |
first love??
we mark our boundaries
with river rocks | sballas |
car ride
the child draws
a silent story | sballas |
drifting up
into old aspen trees??
the sound of checkers | sballas |
"changing his angle
"
changing his song: | a thrush at dusk |
fast moving clouds
my grandson finds stones
that fit his hands | sballas |
sun-warmed room
the patina from his touch
on the hand drums | sballas |
a year
wiped away
dust on luggage | sballas |
at the corner
the shadow
splits in two | sballas |
emptying my bag . . .
the pebble makes me
think of the hill again | sballas |
a faint groove
round my ring finger
new moon | sballas |
spanning
the canyon wind
california condor | sballas |
such stillness
i absorb the sound
of creaking bamboo | sballas |
the glitz
an ant carries??
morning sunshine | sballas |
the sparkle
in our conversation
sunshine on her knees | sballas |
his face
shaped by the speed
of his bike | sballas |
morning meditation
a moth
works the room | sballas |
country graveyard
confetti
in the grass | sballas |
waking up??
the lightest speckle of rain
on the lake | sballas |
bird song
the widening span
of my son's hand | sballas |
spring morning
the art of walking beside
someone much older | sballas |
mist under the bridge
the drifting shapes
of hobos | sballas |
church graveyard??
from somewhere close
the fragrance of lilies | sballas |
at the centre
of constant ripples
a moorhen's nod | sballas |
early spring??
the young boys spinning
till they?re dizzy | sballas |
graveside??
my breasts
leaking | sballas |
waxing moon
the sound of a butterfly
emerging | sballas |
spring rain??
her finger shushes
my lips | sballas |
mile high . . .
adding my breath
to the clouds | sballas |
what do i know
about the untethered balloon
my daughter's embrace | sballas |
his ashes
turning into the current
the turtle's ears | sballas |
early morning
glue sets in the shade
of the old shed | sballas |
early warmth
in the backyard a flicker
pokes among rocks | sballas |
that dull gleam
through the hazy park??
a playhouse window | sballas |
one maple leaf . . .
end over end on the sand
without a trace | sballas |
everywhere this morning
maple keys soaking in
the gentle rain | sballas |
summer dawn??
light around the windows
as at grandmother's | sballas |
thump and screech??
the long freight pulls out
in robin's song | sballas |
restless pigeons??
gentle words from a clerk
bring a hint of tears | sballas |
crescent moon
would i look at the clouds
without it? | sballas |
how to tell
of the myriad rich browns?
pin-oak leaves | sballas |
persons and place
to view the moon
sake not quite full | sballas |
santoka too
passed away on this date??
wine with my tears | sballas |
long road
the leaves and i
windblown | sballas |
sunshine
the colours
of the hill | sballas |
temple steps??
his shoes
in the autumn rain | sballas |
backyard pine??
what can i do
with all these crows | sballas |
his lantern's glow
pushing back the dark
frog song | sballas |
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