back among familiar trees

my shadow
stretches out

departures lounge

a beggar’s friendliness worth
every penny

old subduction zone

the wren sings down
another stream

unseasonably warm

a woodpecker’s
urgent knocks

siren

in the bare sycamores
evening sun

January dawn

a ladder rattling
atop a van

my first forest

56 years later
with heron legs

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