Oregon. Tryon Creek.

Late rays and streetlamps.

In pockets of darkness glow

leaves, naively green.

A robin’s clacking,

fog drip, fiddleheads; all shards.

Collectively whole.

Oregon. Tryon Creek State Park.

Sight, sound, touch, and scent.
Streambank in evening; I
drink more than water.



A bird alarm-calls.
Crouch with a robin in fear.
"All's clear!" It was me.

Oregon. Tryon Creek. Fall afternoon.

Quieting voices.
Wind gently loosens leaves' grasp.
Winter's question posed.

Oregon. Tryon Creek.

Morsel of a wren.
Brave defense of the stick pile.
Undisputed king.


Winter wren's chip note.
River stones knock together.
Watershed moment.


Solitary frog.
Semi-warm autumn sunbeams.
Last chance to ribbit.

Oregon. Tryon Creek State Park.

Two ravens fall up,
Against a traffic of leaves:
Inexorable.


Poplar trees make known
the exuberance of air,
obvious once seen.

Hawaii: Ka'u desert

Footprints of Hawaiians who perished in falling ash, 1790.

Footprint.

The boundary between lava flows.

Beautiful Hawaii nei 

Heard the first Kolea of the fall out here

100% Native species

Hawaii: Volcano