clear whistle
of the white-throated sparrow —
evening star

half moon
something slips into the pond
besides me

river rock —
the folded wings
of a damselfly

stone causeway
the creek’s summer flow
rearranging pebbles

Silent woods . . .
a growing awareness of
the need to breathe

mother and daughter
each in her own thoughts
fireflies

waking
in the fetal position
. . . the river’s hum

waterfall view —
soba noodles slipping
from my chopsticks

noon heat
a swallow just ahead
of its shadow

wind upriver —
undersides of cottonwood leaves
rippling silver