Liquid Sounds are All Around

This walk is with tears--
Not from the sun or rain's end
But from my full heart.

My stream is raging;
Welling up with white water,
Roaring down the hill.


On the other side
A lake has formed in the woods
Where there were just trees.

Slow caw of a hen
Cautious in the breaking sun,
Between the two rains.


Gentle stream no more;
It obliterates the road
While jewel weed watches.


Waterfall in woods;
Liquid sounds are all around;
Road is glistening.



My furry cat friend
Comes down the road to greet me.
We meet so rarely.