riverbank

riverbank

what sunset makes

of us

smoke

smoke downriver

crows change direction

in a dead pine

chives

cicada

a pot of chives

heavy with sound

brushwork

brushwork

the forest accepts

my fingertips

fish

almost dawn

a fish jumps into

my quiet moment

ripen

all this talk

of persimmons

evening ripens

decades

six decades

in my tea bowl

sunset deepens

wonder

i wonder

what the blossom feels

first butterfly

life line

dead dragonfly

through his wings

my life line

gradual

gradual rain

an empty bucket

changes tune

bath

tree shadows

my bath grows cool

with moonlight

easter

a bowl of fruit

    the emptiness

        on easter eve

worth

in the lagoon

a frog’s worth of sun

chilly day

white

three quarter moon

a white cat hides

in stillness

time

river window

time drifts me down

a misty day

soundscape

soundscape -

a river of grass

played by wind

heat

afternoon heat

the faraway sea

in a gull’s cry

bits

through the reeds

bits of twilight

float downriver

remains

evening light 

an egret gathers

the remains

passing

dragonfly

its small sounds

in passing

mountain (for Marlene Mountain)

in the fog

a mountain echoes

blackbird at dawn

broken

broken heart

a baby smiles

and then . . 

old pine

another day

the old pine’s shadow

drifts downriver

irises

            the

         sound

       of

   things

  when

 time

  turns

     to

       irises

web

morning dew 

a strand of web 

follows me home

sister

faraway sister

the dawns we share

in my mind

we speak of nothings

as the river wakes

sing

little grey bird

needing no words

you sing me

mood

a river’s mood   as painted by wind   night lights

briefly

briefly

the day pauses

first butterfly

afterwards

jet ski

the river

afterwards