
the rain falls
straight into the river…
evaporates to sky

the rain falls
straight into the river…
evaporates to sky


the pine forest
catches the low autumn sun,
and i think, pennies.






thin canopy woods.
light hits the grassy ground
and it glows green



the sun rises
over the river,
worlds collide

before opening,
a crow takes a table,
and demands service

a rotten log grows
a vibrant mushroom cluster —
soon to rot, itself
