siren

in the bare sycamores
evening sun

January dawn

a ladder rattling
atop a van

hat brim

going down with the sun
snow man

rooftop view

a dish
for the neighbors’ TV

dishes done

the sink returns
my gaze

snowy streetlamp

a dog-walker’s
puffs of breath

New Year’s day

some leftover darkness
in my mug

red barberries

an awful Christmas carol
stuck in my head

December thaw

the darkness giving up
its sassafras

among all

the falling snowflakes
one brown leaf

time machine

you too
have never existed

second snow

my dreams these days
have other stars