calm river
again, his fishing line
caught on a tree

*

raindrops slide
down the window
death in the family

*

thick clouds
snowflakes dot
my dog’s fur

*

breaking clouds
flower petals pasted
to my windshield

*

Christmas dinner
with Mom’s new boyfriend
empty wine glass

*

scent of sage
desert clay disturbed
by footprints

Stephen C. Curro lives in Fort Collins, Colorado, USA, where he works as an educator.  His fiction and poetry have appeared with Acorn, Scifaikuest, and Factor Four Magazine, among other venues.  When he isn’t writing or working, he’s most likely reading a good book or watching bad monster movies.  You can read more of his work at www.stephenccurro.com