campfire talk
a snail
summer
we walk on the roof of hell
hollow
one and all
purring
with a broken snowball
the watermelons
chipped nail polish
empty shells
winter morning
a bear
power out
of rain
frozen river
for a moment
the moon is cool
under my clothes
moonlit night
sleeping in
a young couple argue
snow light
winter mist
wherever any water is
a flower opens
behind the morning glories
first frost
hugging my knees closer
naked
i creak
leads to the sea
a rainbow
the snail
lunar eclipse
on a path through the mountains
sunlit clouds
summer kimono…
are you glad of it?
zen priest
earlier each year
rabbits huddle
at the age old pond
first frost
measuring the joists
fetching water
a sparrow pecking
on bended knees
fetching water
a long journey
holding down the leaf
now a little nap
a world of grief and pain
of the trash can…
i kiss their nose
not a nibble
silently touching my hand
of her paintbrush
not a nibble
great moon
last night, his smile
the fan
the baby sparrow
night of winter rain
under a bright moon
for a hand-picked peach