in the still
deep in darkness
fingering the rosary of regrets
once again

autumn weeps
puddles of scarlet leaves --
the cut that never quite heals

north winds

tease the edge of summer --

women lug bags of yarn

sunlight slipping down --

lucidity amidst heat

blue waves
lap the highway --
cornflowers run amok

snowfall in May --
spilled blossoms from above