good morning birdsong
i'm keeping my eyes closed so
i won't disturb you
stirring the tea
a drop spills down the side
violin tunes
dusting off a book
the sound of a wood pigeon
taking flight
on the path -
a single wildflower
for a moment
in the storm
the year's first blossom
comes back home
I suppose that
daffodils will turn up
in the night air
half-frozen pond
someone spent a long time
raking leaves
old lantern
finally collapsing
autumn mist
waning moon
taking me by surprise
the heron eats
under the road
a sound of the river
jumping a rock
old raindrops
in the morning light
a fly rests
stickyweed...
returning so quickly
in a sea mist
meeting cedric
counting his snowdrops
a long winter
the wood warps
cracking a shed window
- fresh seeds!
frosty morning
some half-eaten apples
still in the tree
above the bend
a flock of shadows
carving, carving
sipping coffee
under the monsoon
from far away
the clouds, so low
a swan hides its neck
along the river
day and night
a yellow leaf falling
between the tracks
Cautious wanderer.
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