tonbo

Endless Sky

suspended in a sunbeam

where ocean meets sky

in the clouds

past the wisteria trees

a way through the fog

mountain shadow

picking up the pieces

places i have yet to see

spinning wheels, broken spokes

Evergreen

in meadows, beside streams

by the bridge, before dawn

toward the water, away from land

behind the mountain, beneath the tree

above the clouds, before the moon

Sun Dappled

Field Day

Low Tide