2730

the praying Mantis
so stiff
in its praise to dawn

2729

potter’s wheel
spinning the earth
from clay to vase

2728

turning my eyes
to the rainbow beads…
dew on the apple buds

2727

the snow’s turning
of our back yard
— the bare branches

2726

flitting butterfly
so many roses to tour
Sunday afternoon

2725

midnight
junk mail into the wind
into the streets

2724

high noon
the eucalypts
paint the river

2723

without a hint
the apple boughs
pregnant with buds

2722

sun and cloud
ticks and re-ticks
the brass sundial

2721

kept watching
the sunset fire
kept dying