Author: Debi Bender

swiftly down
a newly paved road, the moon
on a rim of haze

February Moon;
lovers walk on the dark side
of the street

counting breaths
or not counting; cockscombs,
poets come and go

chopping block
cook and cod exchange
a long look

street sweeper
showering the pavement, fragrance
of summer rain

winter sun
a blanket covers
the bearded iris

frog after frog
echoes across the pond
rings of moonlight

homeless shelter
a bowl of cat food
outside the door

chill wind
beneath the monk’s robe
a naked monk

is that a dewdrop
or the evening star nestled
in the northern pine?