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death watch??
clouds connect the sky
one end to the other | sballas |
cemetery garden
rain falls on
plastic leaves | sballas |
biting cold??
moonlight on the nail heads
of the old fence | sballas |
we pass
humming different tunes
winter moon | sballas |
long illness
unfolding someone's
dog-eared pages | sballas |
winter night . . .
father's last words
never come | sballas |
feather in the grass . . .
i grieve for a friend
i never met | sballas |
hail melt
a lizard skin shimmers
on the broken wall | sballas |
full moon
i eat everything
including the orchid | sballas |
autumn rain??
only an earthenware
teapot will do | sballas |
first rain
a child's paper boat
caught in the drain cover | sballas |
bird song
between blows
of the axe | sballas |
deep creek
my father considers
retirement | sballas |
we talked
until moonset??
crickets | sballas |
i stop looking
for the sunrise??
first sip of tea | sballas |
the boy
taught not to cry??
white chrysanthemums | sballas |
slow-moving river
a heron's neck
enters the grey | sballas |
cold moon . . .
a rising wave splashes
the taste of salt | sballas |
her auburn hair
still catches my eye??
autumn wind | sballas |
mid-week
the crouch
of a grasshopper | sballas |
family quarrel
the breakfast tartness
of fresh quince jam | sballas |
parking lot crow??
the same complaints
every morning | sballas |
autumn river
the old couple walks
not holding hands | sballas |
indian summer
the drawing teacher draws
between classes | sballas |
clouded moon
i let the machine
pick up his call | sballas |
early to the station
ducks fly overhead
in pairs | sballas |
they speak again
if only of the weather
clearing sky | sballas |
ginko
to learn of the pine . . .
sticky fingers | sballas |
autumn trail
cub scouts stomping
over the footbridge | sballas |
shortening days
the neighbour's dog
welcomes me home | sballas |
harvest moon
i find you dancing
with the scarecrows | sballas |
milky way
the crunch of glass
along the bike path | sballas |
harvest moon
when will the stray dog
find its home? | sballas |
new coolness??
a bird flies toward
a hole in the clouds | sballas |
disappearing sun??
the first bubble
in the pasta sauce | sballas |
the old shoes
on my feet . . .
a path in the dark | sballas |
"this halloween
"
children born since | 9/11 |
evening wind
everything in motion
but the moon | sballas |
fireflies
and i get to stay out
as long as i like | sballas |
seaside cabin
a picture window
in every room | sballas |
weekend getaway
we give a name
to the jetty cat | sballas |
ebb tide
a trail of jellyfish
out to the moon | sballas |
the city below??
in my hand traces of
a firefly i held too tight | sballas |
late summer
chant of carnies
driving stakes | sballas |
sea light
this year she wades
into the waves alone | sballas |
end of summer??
the beachcomber palms
a cigarette | sballas |
rumbling ocean
old stories
circle the campfire | sballas |
river gorge
the long way
through yellow aspen | sballas |
buffalo bones
a wind less than a whisper
in the summer grass | sballas |
dry spell
the sounds of a mason
splitting rock | sballas |
hot afternoon
the carter wipes his hand
on the donkey's back | sballas |
muddy towpath . . .
the cyclists
avoid my eyes | sballas |
sun behind the hills
a long cast
into stillness | sballas |
long walk home??
kicking a stone
for company | sballas |
dark river
the swimming mudhens
leave silver wakes | sballas |
sound of anklets
on the winding path . . .
river song | sballas |
spring snow . . .
the sound of the bottom
of someone's bowl | sballas |
forsythia
her ponytail
skipping along | sballas |
spring sunday
the campus tourguide
walks backwards | sballas |
cloister garden
a bumblebee enters
the flower's cup | sballas |
bog rosemary??
first their humming
then the bees | sballas |
bright wind
the bronze geese
green with spring | sballas |
hilltop??
my kite tugs and tugs
at childhood memories | sballas |
spring morning??
the hand of a student who
may know the answer | sballas |
first rosebuds
a slight bulge
in the squirrel's belly | sballas |
still wet
after crossing
spring wind | sballas |
down syndrome child
bent over a tidepool??
the anemone opens | sballas |
a spring welcome
ripples through the length
of the beagle | sballas |
first warm day??
torn caution tape
at the trailhead | sballas |
as if moss
were not enough??
the spotted salamander | sballas |
overnight bus
a young boy picking things
from his sleeping father's hair | sballas |
a picture of tulips
on an empty sack
almost spring | sballas |
back to back
checking who's taller
spring equinox | sballas |
pale crocus??
pretending this is
our first kiss | sballas |
black cockatoos
the distant rumble
of harleys | sballas |
refugee camp??
a mother croons a lullaby
to her unborn child | sballas |
stone angel
a hint of life
in the winter trees | sballas |
letter from home
the snow muddy
wherever i step | sballas |
almost spring
untangling the streamers
on the windsock | sballas |
almost spring
the way she says
edamame | sballas |
high tide in the slough
two little boys pole
into a foreign land | sballas |
winter sun??
trying to believe
in my beliefs | sballas |
snow field??
a raven rises
into its cry | sballas |
buttermilk
seeps from the churn??
wild onions | sballas |
a wash of daisies
along the cliff top . . .
the whales give a blow | sballas |
ripples in the tidepool??
a quieter ocean
in my child's shell | sballas |
winter stars??
you introduce me
friend by friend | sballas |
another log on the fire
two kings
on the checker board | sballas |
winter night??
i hear the cat's purr
with my hands | sballas |
winter night
cookie crumbs on both sides
of the bed | sballas |
snowflakes
frozen to tree-bark
morning silence | sballas |
cold evening??
changing my teacup
to the other cheek | sballas |
the child's nose
melts a hole in a frost fern??
windblown dark | sballas |
one more goodnight??
halo around
the hunger moon | sballas |
sunrise??
nothing on the snowman
stops the drip | sballas |
hospice book cart
the one no one finishes
is back on top | sballas |
our new home??
winter sunshine fills
the empty rooms | sballas |
damp earth
slick bellies
of winter radishes | sballas |
the scent of snow??
a flake
then nothing | sballas |
coldest day
steam from the sidewalk grates
rises undisturbed | sballas |
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