the sink returns
my gaze
Category: monochrome
volunteer tomato
holding its children up
to the sun
between blinks
the satellite’s
dark cargo
moon-gazing
sad face circled
by a moth
their calls must’ve changed
no hint of Canada now in these local geese
trapped
snow-bound woods
root hairs on a toppled tree are the only gossamer
drifted snow
a doe follows the bootprints as far as she can
witch hazel clump
collects enough leaves to make its own woods
in the spotlight’s glare
the dark sky dissolves into snowflakes