
foggy hilltop:
something moves,
striped by trunks.

foggy hilltop:
something moves,
striped by trunks.

a cloud shadow
dragged over the hill
like a blanket.

nothing moves
on a Summer day,
but sneaky clouds.

sunlit garden
to distant mountains —
every shade of green.

between snowy banks,
a silvery river
slips through cold mountains.

cave hermit
can’t see farmers in fields, just
brown to green to tan.

late afternoon sun
penetrates the pavilion —-
causing napper’s turn.

a shade of orange
that doesn’t exist in nature…
yet - there it is!

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

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