Solitude sets one to meditating upon poetry…

diving, through silence
the stillness awakens

A broken table
at the side of a pond
holds only memories

heavy hem
soft footfalls
startle the Sisken flock

by light eclipsing
shy blood moon

strangely warm
blood moon eclipses
a deer leaves the meadow

rosehips, ready
for hot tea

frost soaked hem
even sandal steps
startle the Sisken