light rain sweeps in
    on a chorus of frogs
         making no sound
 

stream at dusk
   bamboo rushes bow
       with nesting birds
 

creek in mist 
from the hidden footbridge
waterplants wave
 

falling asleep
from quaking aspens
rainsong relayed
 

how violently
the big branch shakes
the little bird has flown
 

first light
filling the orchard
squeak of the pump
 

the herding winds
a flock of wooly cloudlets
off to new pastures
 

behind the dunes
the whinnying horses 
mare's tail clouds
 

     ground breeze churning
wildflower heads
          through yes and no