zen garden
nothing to see
plenty to feel
zen garden
nothing to see
plenty to feel
the violence and brashness of morning light
strange tunnel winds
the current mood is
seeking the truth
winter at dusk
train tail lovers whisper curses
before dawn
sleep hangs from
a thin limb
rake the clouds from deep blue sky
winter shadow guards the empty bench
moon shadow
glides across the ice
first contact
reach into the sun and collect its warmth