Observatory -
in the snow draped pines
   they map the heavens.

A woodpecker drums -
   red and brown bark of the pine
      smells of butterscotch.

She's feeding her brood -
   discarded dove feathers blow
      from sidewalk to street.

A Buddha statue
laughs, as snow falls on his head,
    finch pecks at his feet.

Fox slides past ruins,
    tucked into the canyon walls,
        silent as the snow.

Dunlins probe quickly -
   waves slide in, out, with a hiss -
      who is chasing whom?

   The sky, full of stars,
specks in an immense cosmos.
   A moth seeks nectar.

Red leaf on the pond.
    Something, unseen, moves below,
making the water murky.

A shiver of wind
   caresses raspy green leaves,
      shading the orange squash.

Art Deco hallway,
shadowed, quiet now.
   Is that my breathing?

tired laughter
beneath curling smoke;
rats skitter past our feet.

Another snow storm.
Even more parked bicycles
      plow bent on their racks.

Snow slides off the roof -
   a white waterfall crashing
      on one green grass blade.

   Pre-dawn light on snow -
a deer steps into the yard.
   We share the moment.