Autumn, hummingbirds
Depart for sunnier climes–
Make way for juncos
skat@2019
Autumn, hummingbirds
Depart for sunnier climes–
Make way for juncos
skat@2019
For Bill B:
Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.
Skat@2017
The last purple leaf
clings to the chokecherry tree–
forestalling my grief.
skat@2016