arc

empty page

the arc of my pen

in moonlight

last word

the last word 

her tail stops twitching 

just after midnight

muse

into the sound

of creeping fog

a leaf falls

time

shadows

drawing time across

a summer day

shadows

quiet afternoon

words come and go

in leaf shadows

songs

in between 

the squabbles of men

the songs of owls

windfall

in windfall

i have found

the sky

empty

rain dance

the passing silence

of empty clouds

lives

previous lives

for you, hiking stick

one more

permission

needing no permission wild blackberries

bag

old mountain clothes

my bag full of home

still unopened

lost

lost in the scent

of freshly cut wood

a blooming wall

older

sweet summer air

today i taste

being older

rust

into the sound of its rust the old gate closes

mosquito

pond water

i fill the birdbath

with mosquito larvae

lost

of birds

those who get lost

in the moon

jasmine

hate crime my jasmine tea grows cold

veins

old leaf

deep inside

our veins

follow

even to sleep

you follow . . 

peony

squabble

summer afternoon

a squabble of blackbirds

begins to heat up 

faraway

the scent of ocean

in a mountain dream

faraway storm

last page

spent candle

reading the last page

by first light

dreams

restless dreams

but there you are

morning sky

green

here and gone

in a green moment

summer rain

curve

a flower's curve 

each take their half

the bumblebees

hurry

late spring the mountain hurries along at a snail's pace

deerless

deerless mountain

the scent of earth

wet with shadow