without

winter rain -

without flowers

i draw one

nice

in the woods

how nice to be

just a shadow

headlights

starless

the mountain erupts

with headlights

child

fingers dancing

a child draws stories

in the air

bouquets

bouquets

of

bare

branches

drip

p

i

n

g

rain

blue

faraway river

mountains of sky

to be blue with

christmas

how much silence

can a valley hold?

christmas fog

bow

north wind

deep in the fir

a dove bows

calm

just as before

it comes over me

evening calm

cat

trying to rise

without waking the cat

winter morning

us

me

and the mountain 

winter solstice

traffic

holiday traffic

watching mountains grow

in the distance

mist

cold front

a heron steps

from the mist

cypress

late day sun

an owl-shaped shadow

takes the cypress

finally

chamomile tea

spiked with moonlight

finally alone

sky

with no path

i follow the sky

through an autumn day

without

drinking white

instead of red

night without stars

why

someone's cairn

even if i knew why

the trail ends

bird shaped

a bird shaped tear

the ups and downs

of a spider's day

gulls

a boat returns

the evening above 

heavy with gulls

band

a band of jays

everyone's song

but their own

maestro

the maestro

i watch his body

shaping music 

age

fresh market

the age of the hand

buying apples

silver

moonlit

trail

slowly

catching

up

to

her

silver

hair

short

sweet morning air

a mosquito short

of perfection

returns

sweeping the walk

again and again

all that returns

touching

feral cat

the color of our eyes

touching

if not

over the pond

if not for a crow

the hawk's sky

sharing

almost winter

sharing rice

with a dove

within

the sky within

a tangle of branches

a tattered nest

wind

ocean wind the shape of a tree's sound

curve

marsh blackbirds

in the curve of reeds

midday sun

gathering

Thank you, Kuniharu Shimizu _/\_

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eagle

an eagle climbs

the back of a cloud

autumn evening 

forest

deep forest

afternoon passes

tree by tree

midnight

midnight walk

following the dog's nose

through the park

canoe

gray morning

the sound of

a red canoe

halfway

halfway there

a tail wind offers

the rest of the way

spark

a spark floats

to the forest floor

fall colors

slip

a hawk slips

between the colors

river twilight 

poet

after sixty

to become a poet

one fall day 

the lizard grows

a new tail

answers

all the answers

to night's questions

river sunrise

touch

our shadows touch

then pass on by

northerly wind

never

autumn haze

all i'll never know

about the sea

gravity

considering drought

the gravity

of a puddle

ruins

water sounds 

  bridge ruins gather

      the evening tide

enough

city night

old enough to hear

a distant sea

tide line

tide line as far as night takes things

branch

old tree

my daydream reaches

the highest branch

living

dead tree year after year the living