
mountain magpie
flits from post to post,
skirting our camp

mountain magpie
flits from post to post,
skirting our camp

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

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