Walden
Through the morning mist
A wading crane, motionless
Suddenly takes flight
Through the morning mist
A wading crane, motionless
Suddenly takes flight
Draped on an elm bough
Branches dapple the sunlight
That warms up my cat
Late October rain
Bees covet the wildflowers
While the desert blooms
The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear
In the lone white oak
A solitary squirrel
Calls out for its mate
In a copse of trees
Entwined in vines, a slowly
Rusting tricycle
A desert reborn
As rain coalesces and
Falls to the parched earth
a box turtle’s shell
barely breaking the surface
gently making waves
Birds take flight en masse
Forming paintings in the sky
For just a moment
Under the mattress
Mink oil, ball in the pocket
My glove waits for spring.