acorn falls
soil catches
tree
heart falls
you catch
us
a moth does not see
leaves make a tree
you do not see
hearts make love
don’t wait until autumn
acorn falls
soil catches
tree
heart falls
you catch
us
a moth does not see
leaves make a tree
you do not see
hearts make love
don’t wait until autumn
Follow the river
Build your camp by the ocean
Horizons are there
We go our own way
Here and there, we make a knot
Pull on my heart strings
last leaf alone
winter snows
stretch and strain
much time to think
springtime buds
ancient wise one
cold night
howling wind
vines stop climbing tall trees
no hearth for the forest
winter’s rain
you turned and said goodbye
my soul shivers
add my tears
winter’s day
cold sunshine
ice cracking under a deer’s hoof
crocus flower
she spoke of us
what we have is her and I
does she know?
young night
old habits
sad hearts
i wandered to your light
you guided me out of darkness
we follow the fireflies
snow covers your hair
four footprints behind us
you led me through
a maze
what direction is your heart?
i follow your touch
you lead me to a fire
blankets dropped
we are consumed by the flame
nothing
reborn
touch
sleep
dream
morning light
brioche and coffee
Under your fast wings
passes the land and sea
Dragonfly wisdom
Passing through this world
we have more than one chance to
Pick a perfect grape
You don’t understand
I’m in your life’s passing lane
Read bumper sticker
finished work in the fields
now is the season to gather love
harvest moon
harvest your teachings
store your lessons
prepare for the winter
bountiful harvest
village feast
many pies
calm winter
moon
an ancient teacher who enlightens us
can we remember his lessons?
wisdom in a mirror
teacher’s writings
moon glows
moon reflects sun
one illumination
love reflects life reflects love
infinite illumination
moon robs colors
sun reveals colors but burns
insight requires caution
ancient traveler
sees the low red sun crying
embracing the sky
he quietly guides the rain
full moon over an old bridge
the traveler stands at the foot
he is of both lands
cold light touches all
weary traveler
waits for his home
to arrive
her heart was poetry
but his muse had left him cold
blank sheet of paper
clear skies disappeared
as the dark rain clouds rolled in
crow seeks clarity
i painted your lips
but I could not draw it right
there is no birdsong
he exited home
which became a house of tears
she built a high dam
you don’t believe me
i declared my heart is yours
captcha proves my love