In mountain scrub Read more about In mountain scrubLog in or register to post comments In mountain scrub, the rustle of evening showers.
Bringing the moon Read more about Bringing the moonLog in or register to post comments Bringing the moon through my door of black pine: a water rail.
Summer rains Read more about Summer rainsLog in or register to post comments Summer rains plant mountain paddies with clouds.
And had he been out? Read more about And had he been out?Log in or register to post comments And had he been out? Still I would hate to leave his snowy home.
Gathering clouds Read more about Gathering cloudsLog in or register to post comments Gathering clouds cannot contain the moonlight in hailstones.
Far-flowing water Read more about Far-flowing waterLog in or register to post comments Far-flowing water — and wild geese sent off by swaying willows.
That sound of thunder Read more about That sound of thunderLog in or register to post comments That sound of thunder storming at my eaves — was hailstones.
A Bell, alone Read more about A Bell, aloneLog in or register to post comments A bell, alone — on a snowy evening, below a mountain.
High tide Read more about High tideLog in or register to post comments High tide breaks up the ice at shoreline.
All I waited for Read more about All I waited forLog in or register to post comments All I waited for: blossoms, glowing leaves, then this morning — snow.