I don't need
mountains or cliff-top walks ...
the edge
is only ever
a breath away

after the storm
each blossom
comes alive
dripping
with poetry

in the stairwell
of my mind
a little boy
sits waiting
for a friend

I drift
from joy
to weightlessness
in the ocean
of your eyes

Solo Renku - Four Seasons

grasses bow
before the wind -
autumn moon

from another world
fox tracks in snow

slicing the air
above their shadows
swallows return

the weight of summer
lined up along the beach