Summer’s first journey—
 
the path that seemed straightforward
 
took some turns and twists.

Turn

 
 
 

See the roadway T
 
by the church where candles burn?
 
Take a left turn there.

Thunderstorm

 
 
 

midnight thunderstorm—
 
the sound of pages turning
 
in an empty book

Ice

 
 
 

December twilight—
 
my reflection in the pond
 
slowly turns to ice