sound of sirens
on the high lamppost
two collared doves

homeward bound...
it’s only raining on
one side of the road

dark rain...
the day bounces back
with a burst of sunlight

lazy afternoon...
a bee drifts up and down
the window pane

river—at a bend
the water becomes
stone-thrown ripples

      between
   sun-filled clouds
a vivid quarter moon

sleepless night...
today the dawn chorus
just a cooing pigeon