
massive hives
hang from high branches;
no bees in sight.

massive hives
hang from high branches;
no bees in sight.




river reflections
tell a tale of still water.
They lie!




Summer afternoon:
light plays through the gates, like
glow from a shrine beyond.


walking a streambed:
ancient carving worn & cracked,
stands guard… for me?

two sailboats
tack toward collision,
then glide smoothly past.

at day’s end,
fishermen pass
on each boat’s way home.