Vignettes

First Light

On Many Solemn Nights

Open Road Stepping Stones

For That Brief Moment

Building Blocks as the Snow Heaps Up

I Hung the Moon on Various Branches

Like a Letter Read Many Times

I’m Seeing the Blue Sea

On New Years Day a Pale Blue Sky

Under Piled Up Snow

Everywhere Spring Rain

The Field Path

The Bracing East Wind

Inhaling and Exhaling

My Footsteps on the Field Where Evening Has Died Out

An Engraved Offering

All Forests Paths

In the Light of Torches