Thoughtful company,
perched in the wide bough outside;
afternoon anthems.

Nourished from the ground,
you, ever crawling skywards;
pale, deep down - root bound.

Live by the seasons,
with kindness and courtesy;
give back to the land.

Down in the garden,
plant seeds, tend to the flora;
you, taming the wild.

Moonlit howling hounds,
deep winter, the dead of night;
a cave echoing songs.

Simple pleasantries,
new moon, thawing lake, deep musk;
crackling firewood.

Wide grin and plump cheeks,
even with your crooked teeth;
you light up a room.

A distant lark song,
crooning bough, rushing river;
natures orchestra.

Fragrant wild rose,
in a pale persimmon vase;
on a windowsill.

Making your own luck,
black cat beside a ladder;
which way do you go?

Friend, it’s about time,
we spoke on your bad habit;
the mirror replied.

Dressed-up for the breeze,
tall grasses and floating boats;
standing still in time.

Sun nods to the moon,
dipping on the horizon;
a friendly gesture.

Sunday morning tea,
my mind wanders, a perched bird;
sitting on the fence.

Touching the wet rocks,
a wide sea sloshing around;
with nowhere to go.

Rap, rap, rap, a branch,
tapping at the windowpane;
held within your hand.

Ephemeral life,
we are space dust settling; 
forever in time.

Daily gökotta,
a bird bath near the window;
songs at twilight too.

Watching the clock tick,
a small bird delivers time;
how swiftly it flies.

Stars above your head,
we are waiting in-between;
rocks below your feet.