Boddhisattva vows
the mosquito too sleepy
to bite me
by the road
all its feathers in place
dead crow
mid-summer dawn ...
the one robin has
so much to say
heavy chop
a guillemot up and down
with the buoy
dense night fog
the clear space around
an old barn
deep ocean fog
the dark heron emerges
and disappears
morning stillness
acorns settled around
smiling Buddha
September light ...
the slender black shadow
of a dragonfly’s spine
Thanksgiving Day
an empty phone booth
by the toll
... end of autumn
the last yellow tinge
of the goldfinch
