How long did you dance
 
in the meadow, daffodils,
 
before I saw you?

 
 
 

As evening comes on,
 
the old oak in the meadow
 
hides a cunning crow.

Scanning

 
 

first days of autumn—
 
scanning the meadow grasses
 
for some sign of frost

Kite

 
 
 

first high wind of spring—
 
chasing a runaway kite
 
across the meadow

Poised

 
 
 

At the meadow’s edge
 
how perfectly three egrets
 
poise their wings for flight.

Chasing

 
 
 

little boys with sticks
 
chasing a wandering crow
 
across the meadow

Meadow

 
 
 

the killing meadow
 
for infidels at twilight—
 
blood-spattered daisies

Hut

 
 
 

my ramshackle hut
 
beside the horsetail meadow
 
big enough for me