the rooster’s
first five syllables . . .
all he’s got

lucky bamboo
a single leaf
tipped with sun

spring walk
just me and my
ponytail

Bright jacaranda
filling the hill town courtyard — 
the grindstone’s whir

sunset stroll . . .
the Labrador’s nose streaked
with pollen

brush strokes — 
morning light warms
the spring roses

apple blossoms
with only me to witness
the path of the wind

tractor ruts
softened by rain
first buds

remnants of rain
between the flagstones — 
morning prayer

the frog
slightly shifts his posture
summer evening