Tanka
high winds
sweeping across the road
fallen leaves
chasing the bright red and gold
of a pheasant
walking meditation
across the blue twilight grass
a fawn appears and stares
suddenly we understand
we are here and not alone
in this woman's
heart
bravely made
a winter garden
where broken dreams come to rest
with snow on buddha's lap
early snow
the last four horses frolic
in the meadow
as if nothing will change...
the way everything does
