SMALL POEMS| Spring

   

a spider's
gossamer calligraphy
on the face of the pond

 

who regrets
the passing of winter
the coming of spring?

 

rain
on the iron gate
one crow

 

a spider weaves its web
in the wind chimes

 

awakened
by freight train whistle
      the full moon

 

flat grey sky
calligraphy
of crows

 

I wake from a dream
of you -- the bed
still shaking

 

a tear in the fabric
just there
      -- your hand

 

wind chimes | chicadees | the tick-tick-tick
of snow melting | down the drainpipe

 

doves
in the dead
spruce

 

quiet Sunday morning
the empty
birdcage