the quiet garden—
a rabbit�s ears twitch
in the tall grass
the river at dusk—
reflections of car lights
flowing home
first day of autumn—
the sun on my face
feels the same
icy sidewalk—
an old man throws cold ashes
into the wind
a warmer sun—
old boots sloshing through
slush and mud
icy sleet
slicing through the afternoon
phone call from a friend
