Windy afternoon—
 
my little plum tree shudders
 
with each icy blast.

 
 
 

Windy afternoon—
 
a feral cat seeks shelter
 
from the icy blasts.

 
 
 

Winter afternoon—
 
over some frozen roadkill
 
two crows are squabbling.

 
 
 

Winter afternoon—
 
the book I can’t bear to write
 
keeps writing itself.

 
 
 

Winter afternoon—
 
near a bend in the river
 
fishers try their luck.

 
 
 

Christmas afternoon—
 
bitter winds from Canada
 
make the juncos flinch.

 
 
 

Rainy afternoon—
 
my cat and her black kitten
 
sleep in the kitchen.