milky way

August sky
a column of woodsmoke
meets the clouds


I wonder how long
a thousand years is
drifting sands


spring break
a refugee child blows
dandelion puffs


lavender field
in and out of the flowers
mother’s yellow hat

the chill
in her gaze
winter moon


forest track
the song of a warbler
leads the way


a temple ruin
frost on the bones
of a crow


forgiving myself
the scent of cherry blossom
in the breeze