Bees

I never dared
Walk barefoot through white clover.
Now the bees are gone.

Leaf

Leaf pirouettes
Down to the stream, twirls once,
And aims for the sea.

Cricket

Cricket shrills
In the stone jar beside me.
A hundred call back.

Red geranium

Red geranium
Trampled under the street lamp
Is still red.

Sunflower

Sunflower leans west.
Heart-shaped leaves arc above
The winter cabbage.

The Fair

The Fair winds down,
Carny music, shrieks from riders,
Cries of the doomed lambs.

Amputated tree

Amputated tree
Beside its chopped limbs, looks at
A new hole in the sky.