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

spider's spinning

dew glistening
in the morning light
a spider's spinning

Live oaks at dusk

live oaks at dusk
half hidden in the fog
an owl cries out

wind

the wind clears my path

of many fallen leaves

that my rake ignored

"Lest We Forget" 11/11

The bugler plays "Taps"
her face so serious
her parents, so proud