first rain in weeks

the dry canyons in my moss garden disappear

night-blooming cereus

two spiders feed on a white moth

twinleaf

two missing petals but still an immaculate shadow

hepatica in bloom

I jangle the loose change in my pocket

first coltsfoot flowers

take aim at the overcast sky

icicles lengthen

the snow shares a shadow with the wall

bent stalk of brome

three corkscrew leaves stuck in the snow

weighted by ice

the laurel leaves turn pale-side up

snow-covered gabions

suddenly I want to descend those giant steps

in the snowy track

a grass blade curved into the Arabic for “eye”

January moon

we startle at each other’s faces

heart-shaped hole

in the black cherry snag flying squirrel dung