four of King Henry's
six wives appear at the door —
Hallowe'en treats

my old hair color 
returned to me 
in a spray can

we see what we look for —
my mind fills in a bird where
there's only a leaf

cozy blanket —
I wake up to the sound 
of the heat coming on

the stag and I enter
a staring competition —
I need some antlers

when we gave up
and sat on a fallen log
the birds came to us

seven weeks of drought —
the stony bed of the creek
comes up for air

letting go at last —
the orchid I've been tending
on its own timeline

warm weather surprise —
the tickle on my hand
becomes a ladybug