spring rain. . .
a wooded path blooming
with epiphanies
low tide
a child’s flip-flop
covered in barnacles
all-day rain
unstrung pearls
in a velvet box
forest bathing
an old sorrow
starts to loosen
potter’s wheel
the way the clay
shapes her hands
the gasp
before the sigh. . .
cherry blossoms
planting moon
women comparing
childbirth stories
much beyond life i bring home the river
winter silence the blues of the Nilgiri Tahrs
bookworm . . .
her pride and prejudice
done and dusted