August sky
a column of woodsmoke
meets the clouds
I wonder how long
a thousand years is
drifting sands
spring break
a refugee child blows
dandelion puffs
lavender field
in and out of the flowers
mother’s yellow hat
the chill
in her gaze
winter moon
forest track
the song of a warbler
leads the way
a temple ruin
frost on the bones
of a crow
forgiving myself
the scent of cherry blossom
in the breeze