






legs in leaf litter,
garden lanterns catch light
that pierces bare woods.
Contemplating the unknowable.

bare branches,
in the Winter forest,
look frost-covered.


Positive? Negative? Who’s to say? Like the Taoist farmer, I’ll withhold judgement.


Sure, I just saw a bird fly past my window, and I’m fairly certain that it wasn’t domesticated.

through a window:
first ripples of a Spring rain
seen on a pond.


