sunrise

an owl calls 

just where the creek turns

into sunrise 

moment

a sun warmed moment

the croak of a bullfrog

begins and ends

rain

a cormorant

gathers its wings

rain-dimpled pond

behind

year's end a few berries leave a few birds behind

watching

watching clouds

the sound a stone makes

upon water

love

winter hills

shall we wander off

together, old friend

ahead

the way ahead

beribboned with sun 

christmas morning

laughter

december mist

walking into

the laughter of ducks

gone

last bit of sun

the frog waiting all day 

suddenly gone 

blackbirds

bare branches

dancing to the sound

of blackbirds

solstice

not one owl

to lighten the darkness

solstice night

float

almost winter

evening is a river

to float away on

last

last few leaves

the sweetest sound

i know

easy

warm winter thoughts

the easy sound of sun

in the palms

slip

autumn's end

a turtle slips from

my shadow

list

patches of sun

my life list grows

a bird brighter

higher

a hawk's cry

the high as I climb

higher and higher 

lofty

shades of blue

on a mountaintop

sunday morning

downhill

last train

night goes downhill

from here

music

between leaves

of morning song

returning cranes

sound

all the sound

leaves the pond, again

a hawk's slow circle

late

late for tea

a one footed duck

ignores me 

through

morning sounds

trees creep with me

through the mist

wine

rain heavy moss

the last of the wine

takes me home

stay

autumn tattered

the butterfly

who stays the day

laughter

last leaves ignited by the setting sun's laughter

glimpse

juicing oranges

a glimpse of black wings

in the fog

smooth

quiet afternoon

on the smoothest rock

my shadow rests

language

excited by rain

the pond calls to me

in frogsong

calm

cloud mountains

the breeze turns lavender

as if to calm me

last page

though strangers

the hawk who stays with me

to the last page