expanding night . . .
the sound of a morepork
between stars


pre-dawn chill . . .
backwash from night's flotilla
of dreams


 

at year's end . . .
already the marbling
of her skin


 

night winds . . .
the ones that blew
in childhood


dry winds . . .
a premonition
of green


summer shadows —
a Noh play unfolds
around me


 

summer stream —
does the mayfly in mating
know why?


 

summer stream —
a mayfly breeding
shadows


 

fossil forest —
incoming waves obscure
another past


 

a blue rinse
of withering clouds . . .
wind from the west


 

ancient garden . . .
a slug retraces the glow
of its path


before dawn . . .
a pilgrim among mangroves
sighing mist


 

new year leap . . .
the sound of water
near and far


these traces of dreams . . .
high winds shaping cloud layers
of indifference


summer rose —
the fire of its bloom
within its scent


 

morning fog —
the brushstrokes of a dream
painting day


 

a tv somewhere
numbing the sound of nothing —
moonless night


 

rainforest . . .
traces of a butterfly
incensing shadows


rippling
in water's sound —
tadpoles


one half
after the other . . .
full moon