
a blossom falls
into the water:
i look. it’s gone.

a blossom falls
into the water:
i look. it’s gone.

from still water
juts deadwood on which herons
perch with their shadows.

leaves have dropped;
reflected sun viewed twixt
bristled seedpod clusters.

ducks drift lazily
on water that sparkles
with winter sunlight.

ripples radiate
from unseen sources
on the calm lake.

lakeside leaves are
turning and dropping, but
no floaters remain.

snake wrestles fish
onto rocky home turf, &
blends with sun-warmed stones.