Needed

my sweet peas
bloom on the widow’s side
where they’re needed

So Little

time like a shadow
touches me in its passage
leaving so little

cherries glisten
in a fruit stand basket
sampling with my eyes

cricket sings
cheerfully goes about
his undertaking

ruffled brown sparrows
clean up seeds on the snow
partners with the wind

cotton fields a-bloom
echoing rattle of chains
as bikers zip past

the full moon
tosses five geese on the lake
without a splash