the road
winding into fog
cattle sounds
sun above
grass tips; a rooster
cocking its head
tribal dance—
the scent of earth
after a shower
holding blossoms
close to her heart
her coy smile
playground
the glint in the eye
of a squirrel
distant flute
a sudden breeze
ruffles in
a plop
off the wooden bridge
ripples
a swan takes off
the slow run
of the evening train
