Obsidian
Black stone born in fire,
Long journey through heaven’s storms
To present stillness.
New Year’s Day
Ice storm left diamonds
On all the hemlock’s fingers.
My nose is running.
April 15th, 2020
Owls in the barn.
The house is deserted.
April is cold.
No Hurry
Two cats watching
a porcupine waddling
slowly away