Morning like a trail of prints leading to the garden
Morning outlined with snow
Morning that does not return to close the gate
Noontime of uncertain temperament and direction
Noontime when the weathervane cannot tell north from south
Northerly direction which underwrites a hidden star
Novena for migrations into the unknown
Odor of impermanence, delicious behind each earlobe
Oiled patina on a loosened slab of wood
Orpheus, doomed to a lifetime of returning glances (not her)
Otherworldly as return address
Ovation of vines supported on the trellis
Persistance, poetry, privation, protest
In response to thus: small stone (268).