poem | a night kitchen

cup

finding a seat at the table —
tea in someone else’s cup

November 13, 2010 § 1 Comment

One light on a hill
And the whistle of a train —
November night

red-bellied woodpecker and I
greet each other in passing

November 11, 2010 § 1 Comment

looking over my shoulder
racing the moon home

October 26, 2010 § 3 Comments

can’t avoid the dead
leaves on the street

October 3, 2010 § 1 Comment

October

dust on the road

before the rain

September 10, 2010 § 1 Comment

September:
the green that was always here
beginning to fade

Front Range —
rain clouds blowing in faster than the sun can go
down

leaf shadows on the sidewalk —
stepping on them
home

lost our way, then found it —
moon at my right shoulder
the whole way home