winter sun
never enough
gratitude
tenth decade
he shows me
all the backroads
this world
I’ll leave
wing prints
on the clock
listening
to the snow melt
deep within
a memory
the diamond stylus
the nude
slips into a charcoal robe
winter night
deep calm
a herd of Black Angus
in the shade
scent of lilacs
I take
more than I need
north country
the hewn face
of the waitress
lobelia blossoms
half the bees
still asleep