Author: Jane Wilson

December night —
the rise and fall
of chanting voices

early december —
the downward drift
of northern gulls

old cemetery —
the blank headstones
of unknown soldiers

still awake
at two o’clock a.m.
— spring warblers

these spring mornings–
even on cloudy days
the birds are singing!

winter solstice —
the whirl of dead leaves
behind us

the slow blink
of radio tower lights
— autumn chill

late spring–
the fading glow of the comet
in the evening sky

spring rain–
beneath the umbrella
quickening footsteps