junior caterpillar

smooths, tamps down the dirt

retaining wall, complete

green grass will have to wait

until spring

the seasons begin to shift

elongated sphere gives way to round ball

outdoor fun moves indoors

milky-white sky

the bare branches

stout orange moon

whispered woodsmoke remnants

lodge in laughing eyes

friends I’ve yet to meet

poetry compadres

whose work I so admire

cabernet’s deep red

a few bites of cheese, a cracker or two

scent of sandalwood

rain-water gurgle down a leaf-clogged drain

gentle patter of window-mist

alone in my reverie