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

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?

one strange tree
curls like a question mark:
Autumnal forest.






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





