a river of stones - Jan 31

                                                   a                                                          *     

            *                          slither                                                                         *

                *                 of the

                                waning                                                          *                        *

                            moon                  

                          appears                                                                          *

                          on the  

                           horizon,                                                  

            *                not much,                                                    *

                                  yet still                                                                       *

                                        enough                                                   *

              *                                    to hear                                                                 *

                                                            my sighs                                             *

   *            *                                                                           *

a river of stones - Jan 30

after cleaning house,

I look up at the corner

of my room – and there

a spider

cleaning house

a river of stones - Jan 29

a dragonfly hides

beneath the canopy

of the cicada cry

a river of stones - Jan 28

near the water’s edge

a sparrow bathes

in the sand

a river of stones - Jan 27

bright, bright stars

the summer night

has devoured the moon

 

a river of stones - Jan 26

laying on a bed of clouds

the sky maiden looked down

upon the earth                                  

it is uncertain if she smiled

a river of stones - Jan 25

next to the building site

a busker harmonises

with buzz saws

 

a river of stones - Jan 24

a fern leaf droops

from the passing rain

ah! – a song bird

 

a river of stones - Jan 23

it rains incessantly,

sitting Zazen,

I remove its name,

but the truth remains 

 

a river of stones - Jan 22

after dinner ,

the cormorant

offers up a prayer

to great Ra

a river of stones - Jan 21

a bumblebee zips

in the door

and straight out again,

past the fly buzzing

against the window

a river of stones - Jan 20

a seagull swoops

across the valley

its shadow

climbing trees

 

a river of stones - Jan 19

the harbour is wild with white caps,

a seagull glides sideways into land
  

a river of stones - Jan 18

after the rain

the air

falls silent

a river of stones - Jan 17

two ocean racing yachts

tethered to the dock,

naked masts,

no sails to impede the wind
 

a river of stones - Jan 16

the strong northerly

has abated,

a small bellbird ventures

to the upper most branch

 

a river of stones - Jan 15

in the conifer

a pigeon roosts –

a cuckoo too

a river of stones - Jan 14

this summer evening,

the wall clock

measures time

less accurate –

than my heart beat

a river of stones - Jan 13

through

the window,

beneath a Pauhou tree –

                                hangs

                                   my

                                kitchen

                                  light

a river of stones - Jan 12

long afternoon shadows

have passed into darkness,

the call of a cicada

creeps down the garden steps
 

a river of stones - Jan 11

after dinner,

I contemplated why

the Buddha’s bowl –

is empty

a river of stones - Jan 10

tall buildings,

the hum of traffic,

in the city park –

the smell

of freshly cut grass

a river of stones - Jan 9

Sunday morning --

the Tui dons

its white neck tie

and calls us to worship

a river of stones - Jan 8

one thing remains constant

in nature

-- motherhood

a river of stones - Jan 7

clouds close over

the summer sky

distant hills a haven –

for the unnamed

a river of stones - Jan 6

morning sun disappears

behind gray clouds,

on the akeake tree --

the glow

of a monarch butterfly

a river of stones - Jan 5

after mediation

I saw in the ink

that the heron

never left me

a river of stones - Jan 4

driving to work

on my first day back,

in the morning mist –

traffic lights turn red.
 

a river of stones - Jan 3

warm breeze

in the spider web

a dandelion seedhead

a river of stones - Jan 2

upon the river

the sun’s reflection

the gentle ripples

lap the boulders

beyond the trees

a steady drone

of weekend traffic

a river of stones - Jan 1

New Years Day –

a bumblebee

and honeybees share

the Kumeraho flower