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

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




So many hills I have seen
That grow so soft and thick and green.
Though jagged rocks sit down below
The grass and shrubs and weeds that grow
Through cracks and gaps, in mud patches --
Sprawling wide from tight-knit batches
That stone cannot constrain or kill.


through the Autumn,
one tree holds leaves longer,
then drops them faster.

chilly winter day,
prismatic splotch in sky—
no bow, no ring.


Winter sun
casts long shadows
through dead grass.


farm surrounded by jungle:
what will disappear tonight?