whispers
of ancient water-song
      the Red Planet

rushing creek
this flat rock
grows uncomfortable

pond pagoda —
the goose twines wild grasses
around herself

snow melt
the tiny dot
of a mountain goat

morning pitch
of my grandmother’s voice
spring wind

mountain stream
the steady flow
of autumn leaves

daylight savings —
moon spiders stride
across the lagoon

morning stillness
pianoblack reflecting
parrotgreen

plum blossoms
my dog follows
a different scent

swift clouds
wind in the cup
of my hand