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

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.

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?

heron alights at water’s edge,
becoming a statue.

thin strip of land
thickens the horizon,
tears to sailors’ eyes.

breeze-twisted leaves
catch the sunlight of an
Autumn afternoon.