after the quiz,
looking in a mirror,
fussing with her hair
waiting at the door
for his walk, the dog
awaits his leash
our old dog
runs through fields
in his dreams
first deep snow–
one can hear the quiet
being quiet
involves more than just
being quiet
behind the red light
birds fly back and forth
over the highway
mid december walk–
dog sniffs carefully the new
yard decorations
in the courtyard–
box turtle and hummingbird
last year’s leaves
marking my place
in this year’s book
can we learn to look
at what’s there
without needing more?
in the bare bush by
the bare tree by the feeder
a flash–red–cardinal
i don’t want to be
someone else who just
wants something from you Read More
Light Rain
the glowing smartboard
in the darkened room
of teachers Read More
a few weeks ago
i moved a Ho Tai statue
from the back yard
to the front, and
faced it east.
sometimes when i leave
i see a cat
who lives with us
sitting quietly and still
near the statue.
i think of us
all sitting together
getting quieter
and more still
as leaves fall.
