A feather-shorn crow

Cackle-song from a dead branch

November rain fall

A noisy, cold wind

Whistles through the jail windows

A lonely monkey

A cold wind blusters

Trash skips and flutters ahead

Storm drains to ocean

A broken-down bus 

Wop-wops the crackled asphalt

The mossy trees groan 

Crows on a wire caw

New plumage boldly flaunted 

An icy, false dawn

Bronze bells peal loudly

A green vine climbs the brick wall

Three monkeys chatter

A small drum beats time

Acid rain falls in the square

A beggar’s false smile

A cold wind whistles

Crimson leaves flutter downward

A lone coyote

A purple crab crawls

Shafts of broken sunlight fade

A hungry child weeps

The days grow longer

But the dusk reaches forward

Paper snowflakes fall