night stars
every road sign

points the way home

river fog somewhere the calls of distant birds

misty glade echoes the silence of trees 

rainbow over the horizon the journey continues

scented breeze --
against the wood fence
nodding ginger lilies 

tendrils of smoke
from a fading campfire --
first gleam of dawn

fishing net cast into the sky catching sunset

twilight --
out of the mist
temple bells