deep in the cedars
walking to the jingle
of our bear bells

rib shadows
on a loping coyote
a field of cut hay

releasing
the day's only catch
summer slips away

autumn afternoon
in the cemetery
every bench taken

river washed stones
remembering a woman
who knew how to love

dry grass
the rattle of ice
in the tea pitcher

summer's end
a crawdad's firm grip
on hotdog bait

shallow river
the boat
at dragonfly speed

garden bench
my warmth left
for the autumn rain

deep night
clocking the moon
by the pine