Across the rooftiles
in between falling raindrops;
sound of squirrelТs feet.

Still waters;
reflect passing geese
as dawn's mist fades.

Rain swollen;
the song of the rushing stream
pierces bare mountains.

Dreams;
hearth flames turning to ash,
the setting sun.

In-between,
inhales and exhales:
passing-time.

On the still river,
through the settled mist;
heronsТ whiteness.

Before dawn;
the branch-broken moon
splits the void.

Dawn,
stretched across the porch rail;
icicle's shadow.

Morning walk;
no footprints in the snow-
but those left behind.

The clock ticks,
voices in the midnight cold
sing carols.

Free from their limbs
swirling in the north wind;
maple leaves.

In falling snow
all distinctions vanish;
sound of wind.