up river

up river

a night heron takes

the moon's path

gnats

gnats . . .

i walk through

their sunbeam

haze

heat haze

while cicadas drone

i think of snow

never

heat lightning

the wait for thunder

that never comes

forest bathing

the sound of wings

and leaves touching

shinrin-yoku

sun

forest fire

how quietly

the sun sinks

journey

journey north

in the rear view

palm fronds wave

dark

for a moment

a jet turns my way

dark, dark river

moth

his dust soft

on my fingers

the dead moth

quieter

snuffing the flame

the quiet room

quieter 

empty

empty pasture

only sunlight

catches my eye

flow

the river

has become dusk

i feel its flow

touch

silence

i touch a star

in the treetops

pirouette

our pirouette

into my hands

a feather falls

at least

quiet day

a dandelion

at least

eyes

old crow

in our eyes

sunset

quietly

river mist

i awake

quietly

that kind

chamomile tea

and a butterfly

that kind of day

ocean

april evening

a friend gives me

the ocean

fire

wildflower seeds

spill from my journal

fire season

blade

as if i were

a blade of grass

first raindrop

fancy

giving the sea

taking it back

moon fancy

trough

in the trough

of a wavelet 

lilies whisper

grumbling

dust patterns

faraway the grumbling

of someone's storm

dust

dust-worn trail

my tracks blow away

behind me

beckon

afternoon heat

a magnolia's shadow

beckons mine