fallen leaf
caught up in a branch
all winter
caught up in a branch
all winter
your quiet breathing
long before dawn
the roaring wind
long before dawn
the roaring wind
I put another log
on the fire
my son coming home
on the fire
my son coming home
after morning practice
the stillness
of high tide
the stillness
of high tide
on the tree outside
the meditation hall
a ripe peach
the meditation hall
a ripe peach
over the door
of the shrine-room
passion flowers
of the shrine-room
passion flowers
a straggle of poets
between the tide-marks
beachcombing
between the tide-marks
beachcombing
