Walden

Through the morning mist
A wading crane, motionless
Suddenly takes flight

Summer

Draped on an elm bough
Branches dapple the sunlight
That warms up my cat

Brevity

Late October rain
Bees covet the wildflowers
While the desert blooms

Shadow

The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear

Alone

In the lone white oak
A solitary squirrel
Calls out for its mate

Missing

In a copse of trees
Entwined in vines, a slowly
Rusting tricycle

Rebirth

A desert reborn
As rain coalesces and
Falls to the parched earth

Pond

a box turtle’s shell
barely breaking the surface
gently making waves

Flock

Birds take flight en masse
Forming paintings in the sky
For just a moment

Mink

Under the mattress
Mink oil, ball in the pocket
My glove waits for spring.