lifting a glass
to my dear friends…
winter stars
lifting a glass
to my dear friends…
winter stars
ballet shoes
in the Goodwill box
a child’s dream
an old friend
without a name
fallen leaves
November fog
in the crowd an old friend
without a name
frost in the air …
this urge to rake again
the ashes of autumn
moving sale …
among the bric-a-brac
the owner’s dog
mitten drawer —
mending the holes
left by her child
an old woman sweeps
the walk of cherry blossoms
children’s laughter