as eyes seize it
november’s blackbird
pecking at the long shadows
of shortening days
november
and the cat is cooking
in the sunshine
lies lies
they have stolen my lies
would i lie to you
childhood images
this day
it is talking
listen
ghoul wind
why have you come for me
so soon
squally showers
sparrows blown like leaves
on sun rain
there is no time like now
punctuation
dancing on meaning
in parenthesis
words
zithering on the wind
this is fall
i am just sitting
at the hub of the seasons
looking straight ahead
fingers running
through the cat’s backed fur
she kneads
