hallowe'en

eve of all saints

the little devils

at my door

autumn night

autumn night

star shapes

at my feet

tree in the yard

tree in the yard

at autumn's end

suddenly older

This one's for aurora, who inspired it--and not cuz she's old!

drops

raindrops

the bag lady nods

to a beggar

dock

end of the dock . . .

moonlight reaches

across the lake

twilight

twilight on the lake

a dog's distant barking

part of the quiet

treadmill

treadmill—

I watch the evening news

and sweat

back home

Manhattan sky—

the jagged line

of twilight

souvenir

a sign that says

souvenirs de Paris—

laughing Buddha

Just got back from Paris and Strasbourg. Thanks for all those friendly messages.