softer

after the storm

mountains return

a bit softer

octave

playing spoons

i sip an octave 

from each glass

cobwebs

rusty nail

time fills emptiness

with cobwebs

one

quiet shadows

i am but one more

mountain dusk

green

a feather falls

into green sounds

spring morning

sculpture

from my window

the sculpture of

mating season

imagine

startled bobcat

i imagine me

in his eyes

even

worm on a fence

even after the crow

the worm

excited

last night’s rain

the excited voice

of the creek below

shortcut

shortcut -

the way of flowers

in the rain

reaching

reaching out

the almost there

of an inchworm

falling

cliff’s edge the sound of falling raindrops

passing

planting moon

i am the breeze

passing by

between

between ravens

a mountain rises

into distant rain

green

soft, green air

fresh from the valley 

a friend’s gift

imagining

raindrops

imagining the sound

hot tin roof

thoughtful

snail crossings

my thoughtful steps

up the trail

today

no words . . today i’ll just be

after

after the birds

evening allows

a creek to sing

pool

mountain stream

in a pool of sun

a leaf turns

no one

spring

in the wilderness

i can be no one

ebb

shades of green

the slow ebb

of my shadow

touching

touching spring

sometimes my hand

is not worthy

bone

every bone  of the old cat’s spine  wind rippled reeds

hands

feather falling -

i shape my hands

around you

follow

herb garden

your scent follows me

all the way home

until

until

the dog and i

spring peepers

perfect

spring evening

  a bottle of wine

      short of perfect

riverbank

riverbank

what sunset makes

of us

smoke

smoke downriver

crows change direction

in a dead pine