Strawberry Fields

After the rains
Cold hands picking strawberries,
One by one by one.

rite of spring

swallows have arrived
filling the sky of my mind
with graceful flight

early morning

early spring
the eloquence of silence
and a Robin's song

Full Moon

The beautiful moon,
Illuminates and is illumined,
As the seer sees.

Summer Lake

summer lake
a great blue heron
stands perfectly still

Who? Who? Who?

call and response -
a hoot owl
singing through me