a quarrel of crows
the tree falls silent
after the hawk
on the pale
of a city sky
blackbird leaving
not quite autumn
the cluck of chipmunks
where tulips bloomed
after pausing
a turtle gives leaves
a fresh sound
blackberry labyrinth
how quickly i learn
to be small
tea alfresco
an extra place set
for the bees
a cliff to climb
the sound of rocks
smelling of sun
dragonfly
how morning sees
right through us
river of rain above it all a butterfly
corn moon
just a crack
between logs
sunday dawn
hints of blackbird
rising in mist
where they meet
two snails wander
summit and sky
heart-shaped stone
the rhythm of water bugs
in a mountain stream
gone to seed
a hillside chatters
with finches
through reaching mist
i try to follow
the sound of geese
after days of trees
the forest becomes
a few red leaves
uncertain sun
a one cicada day
seems lonely
time passing
a trail of wine drops
from the best spot
quiet
hour
watching
the
sound
of
a
our bare limbs
tingling with stars
black moon
the other life i think of living water over stones
singing the blues of a summer day wood thrush
bending along
the spine of mountains
faraway storm
barely dawn
three bats tumble
through leftover stars
between clouds
sun comes apart
in my hands
lonely mountain
the murmur of night
at my window
an old summer tune
raindrops playing
the last notes
someone else's
perfect hiding place
tree hollow
all the green my tea can offer cold spring water
dusk unblemished
a rumble of headlights
from afar
mountain morning
bare legs walking
through clouds
summer storm
the sound of everything
becoming dark
