mossy boulder
the softness…
Month: October 2011
the skip of a skipping stone…
abbey ruins
through a window…
pink moon
i am asked again…
how cleverly the word divides…
Twilight
and it gives off the kind …
Grey dawn
climbs the sky…
moving day—
untangling…
moving through
the summer…
attention
standing tall…
today slips into…
thunderbolt---
eyes light… night paddling the land …
overnight
the leafing returns…
where creek willows weave…
falling rain
grandma goes…
a new path—
little…
frost on the furrows
up to…