Sitting in the sun
The white post seems whiter;
All things are washed clean.

Three crows in the field;
One flies off, others follow--
Follow the leader.

Squarely in the road
A box with a whole pizza.
Someone want a slice?







The woods are gentle;
Green light lies like a blanket
On the soft clearing.






All shadows are still;
There's no motion in the woods.
Leaf floats to the ground.

It is shady now;
L'autre côté de la rue;
(Feels better in French).

My old doggy friend
Absorbs the warm August rays,
Stores them for winter.

Man and girl play catch;
I turn away a second--
They have disappeared.