park lake—today

those boys with fishing nets

only linger as ghosts

this sad day...
suddenly turns into
an orange sunset

doctor’s letter— 

rest of the day

frozen in time

SEASON'S GREETINGS!

morning mist 

mind & eyes follow

a falling leaf

SEASON'S GREETINGS!

from the train...
through thick fog a drift
of birds on the wing

mid-morning stillness...

bright dewdrops cling

to the washing line

sunlit path—snaking
around dying leaves
miles of snail trails