seaward

a hawk's spiral

the sound of morning

drifting seaward

alone

summertime the many voices but mine

laughing

river wind

the taste of laughing

in your face

doldrums

moss hanging

from an owl's talon

summer doldrums

moment

a moment

at my fingertip

shooting star

eyes

park bench

in the eyes of his dog

the old man

pause

the pause

before leaping

little squirrel

weeding

rising early

the sun's already there

weeding day

midnight

midnight sky

only the groan

of a bull frog

tip

tip of the storm

thunder fills the sky

with crows

dark

river sounds

what happens 

in the dark

before

fog lifting

the river before

the woodpecker

dolphin

ocean dawn

a dolphin rises

between us

life

granddaughters

my eyes show them

life is good

nest

already the cat

has stolen my nest

after party

taste

i close my eyes

to taste the fragrance

river rain

sea change

at least crows

will still be crows

sea change

hunter

hunter green

the stray cat's eyes

in the ferns 

fire

in fire

the ant dips its brush

summer sumi e

distance

into sunset

a heron takes me

the distance

all day

dust

dust

to dust

summer breeze

maybe

a bird moans

or maybe a violin

river morning

journey

hatchling

the journey ahead

through your eyes

then

just then

the frogs begin

rainy day

throb

returning boats

the riverbank throbs

with their waves

sound

morning walk

a swallow tail kite

makes no sound

light

southern star

time is light

between us

mercy

mercy comes

as a white bud

wildfire

breath

seeking calm

i take deep breaths

of twilight