the last quarter moon—

silhouette of a hunter 

shooting a wild boar

a crescent moon 

carves a scoop in the darkness 

the stork’s cry echoes 

night without the moon— 

the lighthouse keeper watches migrating kestrel 

hydrangea sunrise— 

the drowning bee’s wing 

hums in the bird fountain

my adenium root 

rots after the monsoon rain

gardener’s regret

approaching typhoon 

sweeps the path of growling wind

yellow broom blossoms