end of day sun—

from the moving train

a streak of fox

undulating long grass...

    undulating too

isles of red poppies

from the river bank...

the blue of damselflies

in midday sun

a few strokes

from the artist’s brush...

voilà a bird appears!

mix of bird song—

emerging from its pupa

a Painted Lady

counting sheep—

before dawn breaks a burst

of blackbird song

bumping up the hill
our bus slowly enters
a swirling mist