midsummer delight—
 
taking a long, slow road trip
 
without knowing where

 
 
 

Annoying setback—
 
while starting a spring road trip,
 
my GPS fails.

 

 
 
 

A doll with no eyes
 
lies beside a lonely road,
 
punished by spring rains.

 

 
 
 

Leave the gate open
 
as you set off down the road—
 
the wind will close it.

 
 
 

Unlocking the gate,
 
I head for the open road—
 
my feet are my map.

 
 
 

Deepening autumn—
 
how long the road before me
 
and how short behind!

 
 
 

Third weekend of spring—
 
my backyard plum keeps blooming,
 
though I’m on the road.

Road

 
 
 

Deepening winter—
 
I take the road less taken
 
and soon lose my way.

Road

 
 
 

Eighth day of the year—
 
a road in the wilderness
 
opens before me.

Travel

 
 
 

On the road again—
 
will my wife think to water
 
my morning glories?