The old path, shaded by fresh tree limbs.

green limbs
across this aged path
crossing the brook

A repost from 2009; today, it happens again.

new dance
with every raindrop
the fern

As the change in my pocket rattled:

in my pocket
this tensing noise of change 
a cat 

jonah crabs
side step on the high tide rocks
salty spiders

this crow
argues with another
car horns