Last days of winter—
 
fog blanketing the backyard
 
hides my leafless plum.

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On the evening news
 
reports of robins appear—
 
eighteen days till spring.

Shutdown

 
 
 

Last days of the year—
 
despite Washington’s shutdown,
 
the sun keeps shining.

Leaves

 
 
 

Early December—
 
leaves still cling to my plum tree,
 
despite days of rain.

Waiting

 
 
 

summer’s waning days—
 
still waiting for a rainstorm
 
to un-parch the earth

Silent

 
 
 

Last days of summer—
 
the neighbor’s bantam rooster
 
falls strangely silent.

Windfalls

 
 
 

last days of autumn—
 
windfalls from a week of storms
 
litter the orchard