cold spring day ~
under the bridge stones watch
li’l rocks bathe
winter thaw ~
the bus tire’s reflection
a puddle
warm heater ~
in chill wind expands
white clouds
misty sun ~
the shadows o’ firs
glow white
early dusk ~
shades itself ’hind firs
full moon
frosty morn ~
’neath the orange leaves
a sign says <STOP>
cold morn ~
the ghosts o’ dead trees
on the highway
late autumn ~
in comes an evening guest
ol’ leaf
early snow ~
the young cat takes
its 1st step
november ~
ran into an ol’ friend
216th st. sunset