spring ~
the ol’ tree @ the auto shop
now a cracked stump
spring ~
wisdom teeth now
bloody sockets




winter thaw ~
the bus tire’s reflection
a puddle

warm heater ~
in chill wind expands
white clouds

misty sun ~
the shadows o’ firs
glow white

early dusk ~
shades itself ’hind firs
full moon

frosty morn ~
’neath the orange leaves
a sign says <STOP>

cold morn ~
the ghosts o’ dead trees
on the highway

late autumn ~
in comes an evening guest
ol’ leaf
