footprints

thirty fifth morning

again the moon has erased

yesterday’s footprints

clouds

death count 

a heron walks through clouds

easter eve

hands

river sounds

until my hands 

grow calm

treasures

treasures

heavy with emptiness

estate sale

run

last night’s rain

a stray cat runs

from an old pipe

crows

angry wings

crows dive

into the sound

scars

wheelbarrow

time fills old scars

with lichen

hope

milkweed seedlings 

jars of moonlight

on the windowsill

hunger

the

hunger

in

an

old

cat’s

voice

4 am

unused

mountain cabin

the winter clothes

unused for years

darkness

self quarantine

sometimes darkness

is all i need

isolation

isolation

the sounds of hours

filled with trees

scarecrow

water’s edge

a warm breeze teases

the old man’s hair

release

raising butterflies

the way my heart soars

releasing them

long ago

long ago

corridors had people

pandemico

morning

another morning

the squirrel at my window

another morning

pass

i pass on by

the web she weaves

window cleaning

plum blossoms

in shades of plum the horizon between storms

bluebird

faraway

he talks of snow

bluebirds nesting

owl

the owl 

where moonlight gathers

the dog and i

frozen

frozen blueberries blending the sounds of breakfast

bare

i need no shoes

to know the season

bare toes

after

it grows still

after the storm

the palm tree

orion

last walk

the dog’s favorite spot

beneath orion

eyes

night vision

the touch of eyes

without face

between

shreds of sky

between its talons

sea eagle

bubble

lily pad a bubble trembles

home

winter dusk

five geese and i

heading home

road

the moon takes

the river road

winter night

iron

the iron

of a child’s will

monkey bars