
beyond the woods
the mountains rise
like a dragon’s spine

beyond the woods
the mountains rise
like a dragon’s spine

dark beach night
the moon burns bright
over calm waters


stunted pines
grow from the granite
green and thick

the lake lies ahead,
but my eye settles upon
the blossoms

a fig tree
grew over a building;
that building
collapsed long ago, but
now the tree is the building


atop the cascade
sits a still pool,
burbling

across the lake
the pines stand straight
as hairs on end

trees stripped bare -
the walker, once hidden,
is exposed to sky