lighting an Oak
to where it fell
a century of moons

Autumn oak
the zigzag fluttering
of butterfly leaves.

Intersection
vanishing from the centre
the glitter of shattered glass.

our home sold
the Oak tree aging
with less to shade

By degrees
the glint from the window panes
bedazzled with dawn.

River falls …
all of its drizzle curved
rainbows.

from the birding cat
my eyes pass over
the sprinkled parts.

Frozen lizard’s
crawl to the sun
thawing her , thawing her.

Garden sundial
behind the full moon
a million stars.

afternoon heat
the crow tastes vodka
in the drink can

trellis grapevine
its green… somehow hope
in her sick room

Too far to reach
my son’s loose shoe laces
in the escalator’s teeth.