The Heron's Nest XIV.3

morning overcast
ink from a cuttlefish
darkens the rocks

The Heron's Nest XVI.1

blossom wind
a black swan flaps
its clipped wings

The Heron's Nest XIII:3

everything
we have in common
plum blossom rain

The Heron's Nest XIII:4

wind turbines
grind the sunset
summer's end