All that has gone
left us its deepest beauty-

our eyes are softer

Footsteps in the dark
slowly disappearing-
leaving us

Above the stove
a string of New Year's cards
rotating slowly

How light my pencil
on the empty page
after the sesshin

Grey morning
christmas lights in the fir
raindrops

Morning sun
raindrops on the fir
Christmas lights

She pricked me
when I put her in a vase
the last rose