Crossing the wide road
Fuzzy bear changes its mind;
Other side? Who cares?






It's a dappled day;
Woods, road and leaves all speckled
With the play of sun.

Dead leaf on a branch
Stuck on its way to the ground
Waiting for a gust.

Garbage off the road
Has been strewn there for six days.
Where are the owners?

Sky breaks through the trees
With patches of blue and white
Framed by shiny green.











One tiny mushroom
Grows in the tree stump center--
A forest jewel.











Smashed against the bank
Old beer can starts to recede;
Nature will triumph.

Growling behind me--
Is it a dog or a bear?
Oh. Just a cyclist.

Million small droplets
Sparkle in the morning sun--
Spider web in field.