__A walk among the trees, natures grasp.

braided trails
twist within these forest trees
the woven vines
 

As the sunsets move toward__ a tomorrow sunrise,  the tiger lilies wait. 

tiger lilies
imitate this sunset
soft breeze

__Of the obverse, there are times when one must remain silent; stepping aside to the reverse, more becomes less.

an owl watches
clasped quietly to a limb
this world

__The stars spilled into the sky from this now empty crescent moon, and the night has filled the moon's emptiness; please imagine.

empty moon
this night sky fills its hollow
spilled stars

Ahh-Chooo_!
__Either we are engulfed in deeper pollen this 'year', or my added 'years', have amplified my 'new' allergy. Smiles_!

small sneeze
as pollen dusts the flowers
a butterfly

__As our nights slowly lighten into mornings,  there  are points in that waning darkness where we may all have heard this:  birds that call to the sun,  with pleas that it will rise.   _m

morning  jays
call to this warm day light
sunrise

__06/12/2016                                                          

their rain
will never quench our fire
hearts fuel

__Another 'time point' memory recently discovered, and the old photograph helped scribe this new senryu.

black and white

my mother counts my toes

first shoes

__Moments ago, I posted this as an instant comment on Leslie Moon's fine blog  'Moondust'...  listed in my blog list to the right... a very interesting blog to visit.

as I clutch
my father's old corn-cob
whiffs of yesterday