herb garden
your scent follows me
all the way home
until
the dog and i
spring peepers
spring evening
a bottle of wine
short of perfect

riverbank
what sunset makes
of us

smoke downriver
crows change direction
in a dead pine

cicada
a pot of chives
heavy with sound

brushwork
the forest accepts
my fingertips

almost dawn
a fish jumps into
my quiet moment
all this talk
of persimmons
evening ripens

six decades
in my tea bowl
sunset deepens

i wonder
what the blossom feels
first butterfly

dead dragonfly
through his wings
my life line

gradual rain
an empty bucket
changes tune

tree shadows
my bath grows cool
with moonlight

a bowl of fruit
the emptiness
on easter eve

in the lagoon
a frog’s worth of sun
chilly day

three quarter moon
a white cat hides
in stillness

river window
time drifts me down
a misty day

soundscape -
a river of grass
played by wind

afternoon heat
the faraway sea
in a gull’s cry

through the reeds
bits of twilight
float downriver

evening light
an egret gathers
the remains

dragonfly
its small sounds
in passing

in the fog
a mountain echoes
blackbird at dawn

broken heart
a baby smiles
and then . .
another day
the old pine’s shadow
drifts downriver

the
sound
of
things
when
time
turns
to
irises

morning dew
a strand of web
follows me home

faraway sister
the dawns we share
in my mind
we speak of nothings
as the river wakes

little grey bird
needing no words
you sing me
