4154

waterwheel
the creaks of the garden
rust over rust

4153

threading
the bars of tree roots
a river Pike

4152

walking to work
Autumn falls
on my shoulder

4151

waterfall spray
Laurel’s fly away hair
in my face

4150

the dawn moves
in long shadows
my shadow

4149

ripe boysenberries
behind the leaves
a long reach

4148

gentle
between clouds
migrant geese

4147

dawn opens
my split dreams
with bird songs

4146

moon on the snow
the scent a fox brings
to the breeze

4145

last night’s argument–
I go over myself
in the shaving mirror