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

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.

breeze-twisted leaves
catch the sunlight of an
Autumn afternoon.

each passing day
more yellow carpets the ground,
more blue shows through.


