all night the wind
and the black raven dreams
no moon at all

snow geese
the fresh smell of the first
flakes

such cold, such silence
such a morning star, bright
in the east

the old treehouse
ghosts of summer children
playing in moonlight

only a junco's wing—
this small snow-blizzard
from the lilac

just a day from full
this moon wears
a strange smile

dreaming the dream
that is not a dream    moonlight
in the dreamcatcher

the moon comes up
silent as owl's wing
a passing cloud