no poem today
I pick a gold ginkgo leaf
on the way home

last wispy smoke
of burning incense
cold moon

the same grey sky I take another way home

morning mirror no reflection of yesterday

one extra leaf

on the open book

tinkles of wind chimes

dewdrops on morning daisy the weight of stars

cold rain
mingling with traffic lights --
darkened shop

old house
every year, the wind’s visit --
whirling leaves

rain in gusts

one leaf drifts down, and then

another

a lone leaf

stuck on the train window 

far away from home