- where creek willows weave the sunlight ducklings . . .
- garden hose a silver arc reaches the last cabbage . . .
- fireworks at twilight forsythia . . .
- the wind howling horizon on a wave . . .
- And don’t snow geese and immortality take th . . .
- winter stars without you to name them . . .
- I’ll put it back in the earth, as soft as du . . .
- Evening prayer – a flickering candle, rainfa . . .
- through autumn leaves a teal-trailed wake of light . . .