parting the tall grass, short tail of deer   above the valley, screech of a hawk   climbing the boulder after a chipmunk, shadow of a hawk   feeling the wetness, I let go the frog from my palm   dividing the fog silently, tall pines   letting fall a star, the sky later blushes   another autumn day - outside, more rain is falling   late summer - raindrops fill a beggar's cup   candles on a cake - her breath completes the wish   in the candle flame, wings of a Codling moth   apple branch bent low - raccoon loses balance   from a tree nearby, the sound of red leaves stirring   under the stars, petals of a white flower looking up at the darkest sky, spring peepers   looking up at the stars, spring peepers   in her tiny hand the warbler's yellow breast seemed to beat again   on the grassy hill, shadows of thin clouds moving   cloud shadows brush the mountain top - hawks soar   slivers of moonlight among the leafless branches - old fallen apples   as the sun slips away quietly, the forest murmurs   amber light in filtered haze - faded memories   wind rushing through a dream - quiet night   in the frozen reeds, there is only the silence of the moon rising   out on the river the geese call to each other - December snowfall   anchored in winter light, the bell tolls for each passing wave   fluttering through falling snow, a cardinal's wings   valentine's day - on her lips my smile   wild berries on wet tongue - ripples flowing lips part but the kiss remains   reflected in the old well, the old face   full moon hanging from a branch - old orchard   reaching for the moon, a forest of empty branches   wind over buffalo grass, in the distance a sound like thunder   late autumn - the colors leave when the sky moves south   sunday morning - trees wake before birds   sunday morning - insects hover over small flowers   sunday morning - frost lingers as the sun rises   returning robin - old bath new water   rain passes - in a garden corner feathers remain   early spring - a flock of clouds ahead of geese   late spring - white blossoms enfold the moon   cherry trees studded with flowers - starry night clouds linger at the edge of the mountain, hawks glide past   hard rain falling - I should have slept and dreamed instead   small flowers gather on the edge of the river as summer passes   small white flowers falling, or is it snow coming early?   wooden masts under open sky - flags waving   long shadows walk through the garden - night comes   tall ships move up the river, clouds follow   swallow wings beat the midday air - clouds churn   swallow wings cut the late sky, the sun bleeds   quilt into summer - butterfly wings pattern the sill   her body arches above the circus crowd, the tent sways   late autumn - in a dream flakes of snow   overnight rain - leaves scatter as fall rolls in lovers embrace then let go, the wind passes   slipping past half-shut eyes, morning sun   filling the gap between ground and sky, blackbird song   misty rain at the edge of the sea - a Bangkok dream   leading the way through a wisp of clouds, the half-lit moon   eye-spots on caterpillar tail looking my way   in the curl between leaf and stem, drop of dew   morning star low over trees - cricket song   dripping from still green leaves, summers end   black eyes open under China sky, jade smile   impressions of moonlight, through a dirty window   blowing past the baby's smile, Autumn wind   home again, now the leaves are falling     frost on frozen reeds - far away the moon rises into empty sky   time and reality, shifting like tides on a riverbank     the blackbird's song serene in silent marsh grass - still ice on river   memories of childhood gone, like fog that drifts through mountains     past the crystal path beyond the lingering breath, final solitude   remembering cicadas as I walk the fragile earth

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