three blue bees—
in the cactus garden
sunset
grizzled owl in the bush—
dusty full moon
sows stillness
flower of blue lightning—
in the sandy harbor
flattering mist
two slow clouds—
on the sundial
the last bee
teeth of the snowstorm—
fireplace song follows
a long night
dry trace of tear
like accidental butterfly
sunset fluttering
smell of resin,
thunder—forest shadows
hide the wind’s roar
the gray forest
sinks in a still water—
dusk is fluttering
like snowflakes
stars and shadows falling—
the travelers’ temple
moonlight’s web,
light roaming wind,
linden fragrance
cloud’s rags,
the flock of new stars,
moonlight’s ash
before sunset,
the distant sun’s rust
extinguished by mist
light wings of dream,
dust of blue moonlight,
fragrance of grass
quick sand of fate,
in the inflow of light
mist in flower
