All that has gone
left us its deepest beauty-

our eyes are softer

Footsteps in the dark
slowly disappearing-
leaving us

Above the stove
a string of New Year's cards
rotating slowly

How light my pencil
on the empty page
after the sesshin

Grey morning
christmas lights in the fir
raindrops

Morning sun
raindrops on the fir
Christmas lights

She pricked me
when I put her in a vase
the last rose

Friday evening
two cars in the carpool place
windows steamed up

Winter's evening-
what happened to the bees
of this candle?

The whole garden
bequeathed all its colors
to this last rose

All alone
a child's voice broke
their silence

It's raining
there is nothing else
on the path

Winter sun
on the mantelpiece
his dog's picture

Yesterday evening
lights in every room
new neighbours

Pressing MUTE
on the remote control
the rain louder

The barn by night
the hand holding the lamp
in deepest darkness

Fifty three
still wanting to make
my mom laugh

Again
I learn to walk slow
from my father

Full moon
how simple
life now

Sunday morning
stirring a madrigal
through my coffee

On her twelfth birthday
she wore her mother's sneakers-
also twelve years old

He was killed straight off
at his own birthday party
his new computer game

Insomnia
my smartphone synchronizes
in vain

I left
heading into the storm
and return in silence

The raincloud
trailing its veil along
an abandoned bride

Sky
fog
lost in translation

Tonight again
he is flickering about
her shadow

Summer pictures
how decadent their green
this autumn day

In shatters
beneath the ginkgo
old sun

Without their leaves
the ginkgo branches are
pointing everywhere