- autumn, your hand,
- the work left to do in the garden,
- the compost pile unturned,
- not enough time in the day,
- too much time at night.
- sighs, whispers, regrets, memories,
- late harvest red wine in an earthenware cup,
- mushrooms, vegetables, a table filled
- with belated tomatoes, skin split, seeds spilt,
- your face against mine,
- a slow samba we bend and sway to,
- love, distance, family, oh, yes, family,
- the river, the pond, the deepening arroyo,
- the scions of trees coming down the hill,
- how the years end and begin, the myths of sanctified sinners,
- the stars, your eyes, this moment, fragments of a school book,
- the playful kitten, the older cat,
- the buckeye bough already filled with swelling, terminal buds,
- the promises spring makes,
- friends, water from melting snow, you.