a lonely crocus
deep in the woods
I walk this winding path
hoping to see you
above the field
a hawk circles
in her silence
suddenly I am aware
of being alone
early morning
a white skunk
climbing up the creek bank
I follow her
into the farm field
noisy crows
filling up the trees
in the cemetery
the grave stones are quiet
the balloons are white
one grain of sand
on a vast beach
only a speck
in the universe
this world of ours
white cat
out of the darkness
into the darkness
the moon rises
above the trees
farm field
a cat watches
across our difference
I make my way
toward her
spring robin
nesting in the evergreens
coming home
I also look forward
to have a family
spring
sparrow on sparrow
in the side yard
memories of our honeymoon
and all the love
quiet house
above our roof
the sound of geese
fades into the distance
a part of me follows
mausoleum
through the peep hole
I look into the past
and at the same moment
into the future
night walk
met an old women
sitting on a bench
we talked about health
and about Russia
years fade away
to become the present
and moments ahead the future
becomes the present
then again the past
