1114
My nephew climbs up onto my lap
A book in his tiny hand
Writing a giant smile in my heart.
quiet
1078
Crickets and mist
A snout on a leash hunting
Sounds of morning
1061
Tea, finally
Darkness sings
Noise drowns
Silence.
992
When I find the dark
I search for the Buddha –
Holding a flower.
990
Black midnight streets
Whisper through lights.