in early spring,
the river is twining streams,
and tiny green isles.
Little River [Haiku]
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Spring rains spur roadside flower growth,
and wildflowers creep to the mountain's base.
Hiking deep up the valley along the stream,
I see and hear hundreds of orioles.
Looking skyward, a cloud becomes a dragon or snake,
But then breaks up, giving way to blue sky.
Lying in the forest under hanging vines,
I can't tell north from south.

ducks in a pond
drift through the algae,
their track, self-healing.




a pristine blossom falls,
tumbling through grime & grit
but still unsoiled.

a cave-like forest:
then valley and sun align,
and one ‘s outside-in.

herons & egrets
wade in pond algae,
blindly fishing.