from Lord of Springs (1990)
| I. | From tree tops |
| wisteria seed pods crack, | |
| pop-guns triggered by fall sun. | |
| II. | Vines thick as trunks |
| detail a house once here, | |
| buried trace of char | |
| its fate. | |
| III. | Dried cones, white pine, drop |
| like resinous snow | |
| I gather to make fires glow. | |
| IV. | Solstice; equinox. They too struggled |
| to stay warm: extreme | |
| and balance. | |
| V. | I take my sack downhill |
| against the cold, dreaming | |
| woodstove elegance. |