Thanksgiving dinner–
 
the circle’s smaller this year,
 
our talk is thinner.

 
 
 

My tongue’s forgotten
 
how to talk with the foxes
 
and sing with the stars.

 
 
 

Autumn contentment—
 
we share tea and oranges,
 
garnished with small talk.

 
 
 

Over tea we talk
 
of irises now blooming—
 
cream-white, purple, gold.

 
 
 

Yellow butterfly,
 
if I could speak your language,
 
we’d have a great talk.

 
 
 

On this winter day
 
I remember the old man
 
who taught me tree-talk.

 
 
 

Hot tea with honey?
 
Some fruit to nibble with it?
 
Good, now let us talk!

 
 
 

We exchange small talk,
 
the woman downstairs and I,
 
as she keeps sweeping.

Talk

 
 

drawing near the fire
 
on a chilly autumn night—
 
cherry-blossom talk

Carefree

 
 
 

Saturday morning
 
the carefree talk of two friends
 
over strong coffee