sparrows
without coaching
sing beautifully . . .
amount of hard work
that goes into our songs?

strong winds
sweep leaves away
leaving me . . .
alone
with my thoughts

misty dawn
up on a hill for a walk
i while-away the time . . .
far away a group of villagers
on their way to work

against a dark sky       lightly takes off
                heavy-tailed bird       swiftly

                twilight       coming down the hill
her laughter       tinkling glass bangles

walking
to the end
the grassy path
ends where the steep hill drops
I gaze

i see
dragonflies
pause–fly–fly–pause
creating symphony
in air