
chilly winter day,
prismatic splotch in sky—
no bow, no ring.

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.







Let the flood sweep
one away — out
of the shallows,
into the deeps.
Don’t ever cry;
Don’t ever weep;
Just feel the speed
Carry one on.