red is the cardinal

last light cardinal
singing to half of us
moon includes another
silver pews the branches
empty though the sermon
spills clear and true

is

little rings around
the trees sing and all
the leafs green now and then
when the cold comes
 off into the next
they toss and expect
not this not this

archimedes

on the level of where the water
settles and scores a line
the various times
higher and lower
always pushing the sky

animals

the weathered look
of the rabbit run
after the purple finch
after two hops on
the sidewalk takes off
right into the tree
and also in the yard

rained_in

each step of the way
mud makes cakes
of feet heavy enough
to lay down to sleep