A brisk walk ~
taps me on the shoulder,
damp fir.
A brisk walk ~
taps me on the shoulder,
damp fir.
gold sunlight
oak holds its arms out
in lime furs
long woodstrek…
tired i stuff myself
with leafscents
in the woods
i met touring too
a shy hare
cool afternoon ~
an apple for lunch
green pine
lazy summer ~
in the sun reclines
thin trunk
summer night
I invite inside
wooden smells
summer dusk ~
wake to sizzling
rain torrents
dancing on
summer weekend morn
ceiling fan
summer evening ~
clings to its womb
ice cube.