all hallows' eve
the wart on my nose
begins to itch

trappist beer
my brother-in-law shares
his career plans

flower arrangement
for the dead
the gay florist's
nod of approval

storks gone...
a rook steals a twig
from their nest

low clouds
the shifting shapes
of starlings' flight

spilling over
the rain that fell
somewhere else

assembling shards of a broken heart all those pieces missing

thinning darkness
the need to reconsider
my doubts

no escaping the wind dreamed by gods of a vanished people

stratus clouds
the family members
we don't talk about

pink-edged clouds
two crows, than many
glide towards the dusk

autumn snow
somewhere in the neighbourhood
a dog keeps howling

emerging puddles
a leaf falls in
the sound of rain

sneezing...
with a crow's reply
a conker falls

autumn dusk
a crow's call fades into
another cliche

morning moon his two-day stubble

sucking the colour out of a persimmon afterglow

ciry market
the bald grocer praises
his eggplants

a shapeless blur...
the butterfly that didn't want
to be photographed

hunter's moon
where did i put
my debit card?

the crow pretends
not to be looking —
burrowing sqiurrel

rings around the moon
what i need to learn
about love

evening virga
the number i delete
from my cell phone

clouds burning why my cold feet

cold and wet...
the broad bright arc
in the satellite picture

stirring the trees
the wind covers the pond
in ripples

indian summer
every park tree seems
to have its squirrel

white butterflies
again he says
he hasn't slept

dusk
the colour of autumn
a crow's caw

all the comings and goings autumn leaves

leaves changing colour
starlings shift formation
at a roundabout