I missed you

on my bus trip back,

rubbish bag on the highway.

Newfound spring ~

under surveillance,

popcorn tree.

Frosting on the concrete ~

This year…

March marches on slowly.

Also moving

for the winter ~

dirty pigeons.

Winter morn ~

waiting for southtown bus,

pidgeons.

On to work ~

racing down the street,

tiny squirrel.

’Tween autumn & winter ~

slips ’way while I read,

morning crescent moon.

Moving on,

colored leaves & me ~

autumn peak.