
fringed by clouds,
the valley sat under blue —
but not for long

fringed by clouds,
the valley sat under blue —
but not for long

the cattle afar
turn sharp eyes upon me,
and i know they’re wild

rounding the temple,
heard: faintly squeaking wheels;
seen: not a soul

monochrome moth,
but for its yellow cape,
looks pencil drawn

caterpillar queue
marches in lockstep
across the road

rolling stone: no moss?
it thrives in cold, flowing streams
of Himalaya

rimmed with black tadpoles
& roiling with orange koi,
the lake brims with life

dragonfly lovin’
plays out through a high-speed
darting dance