brooding wind . . .
a darkness over the sea
that once was moon
before it
the sound of rain
through the trees
wind change
birds quieten down
for a whisper
outburst of spring . . .
wintering over all
the Milky Way
old leaf rot . . .
from ruptured seed
rising green
birth cry 
breathstop
a moon
along this path
the way of the ancients
as clear water
twilight hush
empty glasses too
brim with darkness
a wood pigeon
in the forest canopy
wings an ancient sound
alone too
a glow-worm sheds
its own light