Halo

Winter-stunned,
the blind sun
encircled by ice;

it shines not to see
but to be seen
by rogue and saint alike.

Each damp face
upturned and served
with warmth, every one.

Lett's Lake

The water has a mirror finish;
it reflects dark green pines.

So many times we walked around
looking for the best spot for rainbow trout.

A silver-hulled boat glides by;
the man in it rows with a silent nod.