Reaching through the hedgerow
Honeysuckle tendrils –
And the river’s song flowing on.
Slowly closing the door
With barely a blush of sound-
The cat snores on.
At last summer heat
The thick air promising a shower -
Feel like dancing naked in the garden!
Out of the cracked concrete
Weeds with tiny yellow flowers.
The road choked with blind traffic -
Evening rush hour.
From the snow dusted field
A crowd of crows rising –
Wondering how your day has been.
Sustaining the dream
By sitting still as incense burns down.
Just the breath
A thread by which everything hangs -
Nothing above, nothing below.