Mo(u)rning Doves

"coo -- cooo" they call
so mournfully
gray doves

Snowflake catcher

her tongue catches
snowflake after snowflake
as her mom smiles

Bronze Temple Bell

early morning dew
on a bronze temple bell
so cool to the touch

Wolf Moon

light from the Wolf Moon// on newly fallen snow// a field mouse scurries

breakfast

this morning's breakfast
growing cold
the pain of loss