damp leaves

left by the winter’s snow
a shed antler

summer dream

dust on my glasses
when i wake

snap shots of ice

everyone freezes

solstice sunrise

a quiet gurgle
from the spring

out walking

on this lovely snow
winter gnats

spring cleaning

a heart made of yarn
gives up its dust

two last berries

left to bear
the darkest blues

morning spider

making way
into wait

in this underworld

a snaketongue truffleclub’s 
blackened fork

new moon

over the Gaza strip
every eyelid

the throb

in a jewelweed blossom
birthing a fly

fog

from the noisy valley
be my ghost