Gathering sticks By the grace of someone else's sobriety Two crows Graveside Nigh full Can Spring be far? Full over Shea Heights Old gift Some roof A little more snow gone, a few more snowdrops push… An odd b&w sky Pigeon in an apple tree Pigeon in the apple tree A little advice? Leaning into the sun Bold but wary, at least for the time being Fifty-seven years old Passing for Spring Dark day Scowls anew Siblings Suspended vegetation Café Minding, picking and eating Take-away breakfast Mourning dove Next morning Wintry winds do blow Creeper creeping Warm enough for house flies Sliver Moon Berry bag Chipper truck's arse At the mail boxes A dervish for love Number Forty-three Wash Ballocks Cape Spear licked by a spit of Arctic ice An archives Bleachers and backstop Self portrait of sorts Underwing's underside A few minutes too late The lane, or cove, with no name Together, almost and for only a short time