holiday pebble
whiter on the beach
than back at home

still feeling its way
around the blind bends―
the eyeless river

hydrangea
not a single petal
the same

two cats of mine
fighting in summer
sleeping together in winter

fish
caught in the
net of light

The sky is clear and blue
clouds are swimming all around
just like a pool

into the dusk
the doe's tail
flees its own white

rolling thunder
the deeper darkness
of distance

a visit
two tiny feathers
on the sill

high tip of the pine
a warbler swivels its head
vista to vista

skull tingling
in a sleeping bag
beneath the stars

Silence rustles
as the moonlight drips
on yellow leaves.

just enough moon
for this firefly to land
on my finger