Cacophony

past a dark alley
a chorus of feral cats
and toppled trash cans

over the car horns
and the shouting-
more sirens

Cityscapes

another el train
rumbles by as I sit in
my open window

an ailing fan-
ninety degrees
at two am

Dusk

the sun bows her head-
day gives way to nightfall by
the ascendant moon

twilight-
fireflies call out
to emerging stars

Orb

the late autumn moon-
rising from gold to silver.
above the treetops

evening snow-
low in the sky
an ivory moon

Snowing

slow curls of wood smoke-
snow covers the cabin roofs
nestled in the trees

pine boughs-
bent and white
with autumn snow
#snowing

Wind

leafless and barren
bowed trees pledge their fealty
to the harsh north wind

november eve-
silver wind in
empty trees

Ice

woodsmoke in the air-
frozen rain falling on the
dry autumn leaves

coals set to bed-
the crackle of sleet
lingers in my ears

Firewood

steel axe and wedges-
an awful lot of effort
for a pile of wood

first snow-
chipmunks bedded
in the wood pile

Sketch

black ink on paper-
oblivious passengers
riding the subway

a soft gong-
the model changes
position again

Firewood

stripped down to the waist
sledgehammer and splitting maul
ringing in the sun

hazy starlight-
woodsmoke drifts
through the trees