Autumn afternoon—
more leaves than a child can count
drop from the maple.
child’s love offering—
a drooping dandelion
in a sippy cup
Super Bowl Sunday—
in an almost empty store
a child smiles at me.
Flyway
Early December—
the flyway fills with more geese
than a child can count.
Drawing
In a child’s drawing
St. Francis and a sparrow
share a crust of bread.
Smile
In a great city
where no one speaks my language,
a child smiles at me.
Child
how many more moons
until the plum tree blossoms
the child asks again
