never merely existing the stone path understands its purpose
Tag: monostich
simply knowing when to sow and when to wait
the summer pond borrows its stillness from the moon
after dawn the old crow arrives with humanity’s greatest secret
without asking a sunbird blesses the doorway
go on and rage: a little thunder for the garden
don’t ovethink it: the seasons hide their oldest magic in the ordinary
the summer moon knows best: the quiet places to rest
just beneath the arched branch of birch a bundle of moonlight
bonfire smoke carries a little of home into the clouds
