running
high hurdles backwards
a day moon trips me up


reflecting
on itself
n o o n


a slow moving shadow
hawk
on a thermal


an old hippie
returns to his roots
the beat of an old drum
 

life lessons
the dizzying way
a cherry blossom flutters


fog
i leave myself behind
at the tall pine


winter storm
the stubborn leaves
on the oak


every symphony meets my ear
through
silence