far away —
the sound of water
filling gaps

dawn chorus . . .
the theme echoes on
in the dew

a vast sky —
shards of darkness
hold the whole

heat wave . . .
a pond shuffles off
its sheen

dawn vigil . . .
light, in silence,
becomes light

desolate beach —
loneliness gnaws away
the edges

somewhere a tv
numbs the sound of nothing —
moonless night

morning fog —
brushstrokes from a dream
painting light

traces of dreams . . .
high winds shape cumuli
pregnant with change

fossil forest —
incoming waves obscure
a distant past