push mower
scents of mint, lavender, dill        
sliced into grass

heat shimmer
a heron drinks
from the horse trough

reunion trip
a raindrop squirms
up the windscreen

lush canopy
the symmetry of orchids
far from home

egret at dusk—
looking for shapes
in the shadows

another dry day
the storm bird
keeps singing

the sweat cooling
under my straw hat—
waterfall breeze

bridging the gap
between leisure and sport—
shady trees

slime mold—
how to know this life
is the one worth living

flowing river . . .
my mother recalls
India's partition