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