From my eager eyes,
 
clouds conceal the waxing moon—
 
Yuletide misfortune.

 
 
 

A doll with no eyes
 
lies beside a lonely road,
 
punished by spring rains.

 

 
 
 

Yellow butterfly,
 
that hungry, leering blue jay
 
has its eyes on you.

 

 
 
 

First snow of the month—
 
I keep my eyes on the path,
 
but it disappears.

 
 
 

My cat is keeping
 
its mischievous eyes on you,
 
little brown sparrow.

 
 
 

A great blue heron
 
eyes me warily, then flees
 
to a safer place.

 
 
 

When I write poems,
 
blackbirds fly from my fingers,
 
wrens leak from my eyes.

 
 
 

fragrant memories:
 
the way your eyes caressed me
 
seven moons ago

 
 
 

Jesus places mud
 
on the blind man’s eyes—he sees!
 
And yet he doesn’t…

Eyes

 
 
 

Little brown sparrow,
 
the cat and her black kitten
 
keep their eyes on you.