Under the Bashō 2017

 

night herons
rasping —
wetland chill

 

Okavango delta —
dawn climbs slowly
from rhino to rhino

 

a cool breeze
skims the tassel grass —
some things you never say

 

newborn —
watching
for each lift of breath

 

the dark harbor
rimmed in rubble stone
cracks with light

 

a lion’s roar
wraps the veldt
in stillness
 
 

curtains flutter
in the open window
- frangipani