empty page
the arc of my pen
in moonlight
the last word
her tail stops twitching
just after midnight
into the sound
of creeping fog
a leaf falls
shadows
drawing time across
a summer day
quiet afternoon
words come and go
in leaf shadows
in between
the squabbles of men
the songs of owls
in windfall
i have found
the sky
rain dance
the passing silence
of empty clouds
previous lives
for you, hiking stick
one more
needing no permission wild blackberries
old mountain clothes
my bag full of home
still unopened
lost in the scent
of freshly cut wood
a blooming wall
sweet summer air
today i taste
being older
into the sound of its rust the old gate closes
pond water
i fill the birdbath
with mosquito larvae
of birds
those who get lost
in the moon
hate crime my jasmine tea grows cold
old leaf
deep inside
our veins
even to sleep
you follow . .
peony
summer afternoon
a squabble of blackbirds
begins to heat up
the scent of ocean
in a mountain dream
faraway storm
spent candle
reading the last page
by first light
restless dreams
but there you are
morning sky
here and gone
in a green moment
summer rain
a flower's curve
each take their half
the bumblebees
late spring the mountain hurries along at a snail's pace
deerless mountain
the scent of earth
wet with shadow
