Dark again.
Over trees —
a nightfall.
Beneath —
the starry skies.
Looking at
the silence
of things
we cannot hear.
Listening to
the silence
of things
we cannot see.
Poems
.
abandoned railway
still going
somewhere
.
abating storm
leftover rain
abandoned
on the grass
.
above
the summit
the sun
keeps
rising
.
above the sea
the seagulls
carry the rain
.
absorbed
in a daydream
a young frog
alone by
the leaf
.
across the fog
silence drifts
to the forest
.
adjusting
a pebble
on a beach
looks out
of place
.
after dark
returning
with a catch
of moonlight
.
after dusk
darkness
goes too
.
after the rain
too much sky
on the streets
.
after rainfall
flooded
by sunlight
.
after the snowfall
left on the ground
the clouds
.
all of the sky
in a tiny pond
still summer
.
alone
among
others
forest
trees
.
already gone
before I saw it
a perfect view
.
always
summer
far away
somewhere
.
ancient ruins
outlasting them
modern garbage
.
another spring
or perhaps
the last one
again
.
as if never
before and
yet again
autumn
.
at cliff edge
a butterfly
and me
it goes
farther
.
at dusk
colors fading
one by one…
wary to be seen?
.
at the edge
of the leaf
the snail
is lost
.
at the window
on the dry side
of the rainstorm
.
autumn
afterglow
of spring
.
autumn
at last
so soon
.
autumn
forest
bright
shades
of decay
.
autumn
the last
leaf falls
and then
another
.
autumn
seeing it
for what
it is
.
autumn forest
and beyond
all there is
.
autumn rain
sound of drops
still in the air
.
an autumn leaf
in my mailbox
some message
.
awaiting
the dusk
the snow
lingers
still winter
.
awash with
the sound
of waves
waterfront
.
Bach
by the pond
frogs wait
for the cue
.
back and forth
on a forest floor
restless shadows
.
balance
nightfall
moonrise
.
bare branches
few leaves
free to share
dark skies
with stars
.
Beethoven
in the storm
thunderclap
steps in
for timpani
.
between stars
and beyond
looks the same
.
beyond
the silence
beyond
still silence
.
a bird
a tree
sharing
solitude
.
birds in the sky
never lost
in thought
.
birdsong
leaving
no echo
.
bitter cold
a sentinel
for a pine
an old raven
.
bizarre
when up close
fire in
the fog
.
bonfire
in its midst
a shape of
something
.
both black
and white
the snow
in the dark
.
a breeze
a breath
a breadth
dreaming
of a beach
.
briefly
before sunrise
silence
.
bright sun
city shadows
almost dark
.
brightest of all
on a forest floor
a beer can
.
budding flower
without a thought
sweet fragrance
.
burning leaves
smell of autumn
on my clothes
.
bus stop
rainstorm
arrives first
.
a butterfly
a blossom
almost one
.
by the fire
under the stars
fiery sunrise
.
a canvas of time
brush strokes
sunrise bit by bit
.
change of season
never the same
and yet again
.
children’s
voices
playing on
the grass
tree shadows
.
city fog
no more
skyscrapers
.
city into sky
starry night
without end
.
city park
a lamp post
among trees
.
city park
my ringtone
a bird
answers
.
city stars
below more
than above
.
clear water
all the junk
I can see
.
cliff edge
beyond the sea
falling stars
.
cold autumn
the leaves
trembling
in the wind
.
the color of fire
in the dark
of night
embers in the storm
fireflies
.
colors into
shapes into
shadows is
darkness
.
cooling
in the heat
birdsong
.
coolness
in the air
nothing else
across the dark
meadow
.
countless
stars and
one lamp
dimming
them all
.
country road
a dog growls
when I stare
.
crescent moon
wondering about
the rest of it
.
crickets
fall silent
the night
remains
.
crossroads
everywhere
evening
one way
sunset
.
a crow
in the sky
trapped
in a poem
.
crusted snow
the crow
the tree
one shadow
.
dancing
to a tune
I cannot
hear still
the snow
.
dark again
over trees
a nightfall
.
dark night
deep inside
emptiness
.
dark skyline
dark clouds
sunset in-between
.
darkness
between
the stars
night sky
.
dawn
mist
takes
shape
.
dawn
one bird
is all
.
dawn
stars
into
mist
.
dawn and dusk
late spring
early fall
nearly the same
yet not quite
.
daybreak
amidst
the echoes
stillness
.
daylight and dew
luminous within
the spider’s web
.
deep breath
trying to inhale
the forest
.
deep down
for the day
dawn stars
.
deep winter
frozen still
the sounds
.
descending
shade by shade
winter sunset
.
a desert
above my head
starry skies
.
different
yet not
so much
twilight
and rain
.
disentangling
from the night
the raven
.
distance
specters
dim in
the rain
.
distant
smoke
its scent
much
closer
.
distant
voices
the night
quieter
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