Strands of Lobelia--A Summer Hokkai
Strands of lobelia
sway in a puff of wind;
morning heat.
Cynthia
Morning heat--
the lingering presence
of a skunk.
Adelaide
Skunk scent
Along the path;
A pine grove.
Keith
A pine grove;
Amid the soft needles,
The crushed cone.
Donna
A crushed pine cone;
following deep foot prints
in the soft dirt.
Adelaide
The soft dirt
covered with broken twigs;
a passing storm.
Cynthia

A passing storm;
The leak becomes a drip
From the old barn's roof.
Donna
From the old barn's roof,
The tufts of an empty nest--
Dusk's growing shadows.
Keith
Dusk's growing shadows
mingle with the darkness of night;
the hoot of an owl.
Cynthia
The hoot of an owl
Mixed with cricket song;
A waxing moon.
Donna
A waxing moon
Hidden by branches;
Fireflies.
Keith
Fireflies--
the conversation flits
back and forth.
Adelaide
Dark clouds
From pine to pine
A spring hokkai--Seen, Then Not Seen
The Mallard's
Wake--a summer hokkai
Red Leaves--an autumn hokkai
Hokkai