In an old clay pot
 
a mouse shelters all night long—
 
the owl goes hungry.

 
 
 

early autumn show—
 
a pot of crimson dahlias
 
like a hearth ablaze

 
 
 

on the patio
 
blooming in a bright-blue pot—
 
yellow nasturtiums

 
 
 

In an old clay pot
 
the first white dahlia opens
 
on a warm June day.

 

 
 
 

With help from a breeze,
 
spent plum blossoms settle down
 
near an old clay pot.

 

 
 
 

With help from a breeze,
 
dry leaves rearrange themselves
 
near an old clay pot.

 
 
 

Last weeks of summer—
 
a yellow marigold blooms
 
in a blue glazed pot.

 
 
 

Sizzling afternoon—
 
under a broken clay pot
 
a toad takes refuge.

 
 
 

Overcast morning—
 
I have too many questions
 
for one pot of tea.

 
 
 

Autumn loneliness:
 
seeds fall from the birdfeeder
 
into a clay pot.