kneading the bread dough
 
putting more wood on the fire—
 
sacred daily paths

 
 
 

With a wooden cane
 
an old man stabs his way home—
 
autumn afternoon.

 
 
 

after the last click
 
of wooden rosary beads:
 
prayers with no answers

Web

 
 
 

On an old wood door
 
a spider weaves a new web
 
to trap her breakfast.

Insomniac

 
 

cutting winter wood
 
by moonlight at eleven
 
old insomniac