snowfall

making sure nobody sees
my dancing

tea time

the winter sun strained
through bare branches

coyote

whose woods these are
while we sleep

cold moon

a comforter of snow
for Dad’s grave

my first forest

56 years later
with heron legs

hat brim

going down with the sun
snow man

snowy streetlamp

a dog-walker’s
puffs of breath

among all

the falling snowflakes
one brown leaf

tracking snow

the mountain cut open
by a new road

second snow

my dreams these days
have other stars

one snow

the forest is fully awake for
doomed blooms

parking lot

mountains that used to be snow
bleeding out