frozen grasses
the sound of winter
beneath our feet
night drive . . .
a deer leaps over
the moon
summer rain . . .
puddles of confetti
beneath the arbour
winter trees
hold the opal moon
in their arms
moon garden . . .
the night blooms
with scent
sun and moon . . .
the rise and fall
of your breath
dusk
oak leaf lanterns
light my way
laundry day
the weather girl
sorts clouds
writing haiku
words and lines
play leapfrog
twilit lake
the trees and I
reflect
wild horses
these deep fears
unbridled
hummingbird . . .
father hovers over
his garden
spring cleaning . . .
I sweep lies under
the rug
drifting silently
down the line
a pilgrimage into myself
no chains binding my heart
no sorrow prophets
reading my tea leaves
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