cold coffee
rain stipples
the river
bombs away in a manger
sunrise
the soft glow of
a candled egg
winter light
the near-empty pews
of the village church
epiphany
a suddenness
of sparrows
sunday snow
steam rises from
a baked potato
dropping blossoms
how little of this world
is ours
for a limited time only teenage moonlight
hospice library
two full shelves
of fantasy
departures
the end of the platform
in shadow