moonlit fingerprints

round and fluffy

footsteps on fallen leaves

blank sky

wind chimes and ice crystals

whirlwind of leaves

it always speaks to me

into the white sky

i will

alone with the moon

the bluest blue sky

like a bird

for a dying bee

two chrysanthemums

what do you call that wind?

sleep tight little bird

nameless birds

till the last leaf falls

a thousand leaves

the weight of this world

across the wispy clouds

wishing it would last

lover blue jays

like a moth to a flame

teary moonlight

dust and red maple leaves

the sweet side of autumn

like the decaying leaves

spearmint gum

flying across the stars

a lone raccoon

mackerel sky

mother tree

this nightmare...

ichigo ichie

in golden ink

all the moonlit nights

beneath the streetlight

floating leaves

just me and the sound of rain

one autumn per second

never knowing when

the way autumn greeted me

blue heron

moonlights and dreams

all the scars it outgrew

stories in each window

pale yellow moon

drifting across the cosmos

my warm milk

a tough bunch

baby squirrel!

filling the empty seats

the flavor of maple leaves

a glimpse of a fox

weather-beaten bones

wondering what kind of tree

the brightest dewdrop

eating egg tart under a pine

butterfly bush

mother and son

silent rain and fireflies

paper moonflower

peanut butter sandwich

even the dandelions bloomed

somehow it all worked out

acorn hats!

god rays over billowing clouds

like these dandelion flowers

birds and feathery white clouds

the silence of frost

summer's end

a confetti of leaves

pastel sky

a new part of themselves

even rain turn into stars

four-leaf clover

feathers and furs

just the sound of crickets

under a meteor shower

how uniquely lucky

reminds me of an old friend

invisible stars

not sure what to feel

eternal rain

like the patch of pale white sky

my sunrise

my visible breath

molting one last time

never-ending rain

crickets

just like the new moon

leafless clover

calling a squirrel's name

when marigolds were everywhere

this humble teacup

under the summer moon

pampas grass