in a pause
when the wind dies -
the coo of a dove

the woodland grapes
have darkened - on the hillside
goldenrod gleams

a swallow-tail
        clinging
                 to a sedge in the wind

 
 
 
 
a leaf floats
into the gorge where a boxcar rusts
mountain silence

through mist
at the cenotaph - wheezing pipes
& a thin line of vets

sunless cold
stubble field jig of a scarecrow
twisting in wind