Here

above all
the beauty of the trees

The Mountains at Dusk

The mountains at dusk

turning blue-black

against white sky

get a sharp edge.

Trees on the top 

tiny from here

stand out, you can see

every fine branch

with its curl of leaves.

Sitting in the Sun

Sitting in the sun
on this tiny landing
I listen to my wind chimes
moving idly in the Spring breeze,
their mellow sound
punctuating the chirrups and shrieks
of busy nesting birds.

My cat, lying on the step
by my feet,
ignores all these noises —
just likes to be
in the sun, with me.