Winter pizza night
The rosemary is still green
Under the snow
Acorn caps on snow
Remains of a squirrel’s
recent dinner
Autumn approaches
The dog returns to his crate
For his evening bed
A dog’s snoring is like birdsong in a forest: a sign that all is well.
Dust bunnies still dance amidst the spinning blades But dusk comes early
Lying in the snow
The dog perched on my chest
Contrails quickly fade