dating again
the rustle of sleet
on dry leaves

Notes from the Gean 3:1

the river
beneath the river
of fog

frost moon
an invitation
i should have declined

a crow's hoarse caws long autumn rain

autumn gusts
the rustle of my
spelt husk pillow

snow-bearing clouds
a juvenile swan
stretches its wing

Mu II

long day's end
the measured wingbeats
of a grey heron