pine breeze
in the moonlight
— nothing hidden
You'll find me posting fresh content here a little less often this month. Instead, working at a keyboard, transforming over 4700 Zen poems penned over the past 5 years into a series of poetry collections, for Kindle and paperback, along with a few other good things.
This poem is from the archive, it just popped up at my fingertips now, and seemed a nice time to share it.