- frost on the furrows . . .
- a new path— . . .
- falling rain . . .
- where creek willows weave the sunlight ducklings . . .
- overnight . . .
- night paddling the land blacker than the sea . . .
- thunderbolt--- . . .
- today slips . . .
- attention . . .
- moving through . . .
- moving day— . . .
- Grey dawn . . .
- Twilight
- how cleverly the word divides us . . .
- pink moon . . .
- abbey ruins . . .
- the skip of a skipping stone alpine swifts . . .
- mossy boulder . . .
Archive for October, 2011
- frost on the furrows . . .
- a new path— . . .
- falling rain . . .
- where creek willows weave the sunlight ducklings . . .
- overnight . . .
- night paddling the land blacker than the sea . . .
- thunderbolt--- . . .
- today slips
. . .
- attention . . .
- moving through . . .
- moving day— . . .
- Grey dawn . . .
- Twilight
- how cleverly the word divides us . . .
- pink moon . . .
- abbey ruins . . .
- the skip of a skipping stone alpine swifts . . .
- mossy boulder . . .