Four Things I See in the Sky on a Windy Day
Leaves stampeding past a second floor window like escaped horses.
Gray scales of a dragon’s vast belly slides over the city.
A cloud viewed through empty branches, ghost of foliage.
A vapor trail unwriting itself across the day’s crisp paper.
To the Tune of a Song Not Yet Written 
I walk up my own street after sunset.
The moon is not yet up and the last streetlight
is behind me. Slowly, slowly I trudge up the hill
and slowly, slowly my shadow fades into the dark bricks.
I have lost myself and where I am going
but with no streetlights the roof has been taken off
the world. If I stood still I could find and count a star
for each of the eighteen thousand days I have lived so far.
Here in the dark stretch of street they are with me.
With my shadow gone and the dark bricks
pretending not to move at the speed of stars.
Atlantic Flyways, or, Males Never Asking for Directions
Someone tell the two Canada geese
flying up the street at quarter past nine
this November evening they are heading
to West Virginia
The Silver Maple Leaves Turn Yellow, Not Silver, Although This Poem Is Not Really a Critique of That In Any Way, And Would You Believe That an 11th Century Chinese Poet Suggested This Title
Yellow day will not last.
Silver maple gives to silver frost.
Behind my shadow shines the past–
Yellow day will not be lost.
Mountains bow low when the day stands up.
Immediately the sun is at our house
preparing to knock – the maple spreads its arms.
Later, we wake among stilled stars and golden silence.
Watching the moon
through a hole
in an ash leaf
What a caterpillar
didn’t eat frames a
This poem is a leaf
where what’s missing
reveals the other side and
what’s left behind is
bound to fall
Mid-Autumn Figures (Moon and Maple)
Stone in the sky
tumbles through centuries
of clouds smoothing out
absence with its presence
Just past their peak, wind-lifted
and let go like a child flung off a swing
higher than they have ever been
Meanwhile on the ridge line the trees
link arms and begin the walk home