summer byway—
i roll down the window
and become dog
Sandra Simpson
a blizzard of petals—
we all laugh
in the same language
Sandra Simpson
late winter . . .
a memory of tulips
slowly surfaces
Sandra Simpson
abandoned station—
a jaunty tail
on the dust-drawn cat
Sandra Simpson
old-growth forest—
a fox lollops across
the macadam
Sandra Simpson
winter light—
a flick of mouse tails
in the grain drum
Sandra Simpson
Echidna Tracks 