A zen path

the autumn moss grows over;

Icy windows bear streaks

Of rain.

The true mind

mysteriously integrates

Itself, but who appreciates

Good poem? Dew chills

Cricket noises muffle.

A light wind fans

Shadows of foliage.

As if intent, 

All day in the window

White clouds.

Jianzhang

 Sunday visit to the Jemez Mountains to see fall

cottonwoods along the river

cottonwoods 

60' tall ponderosa pine

red cliffs of the Jemez

Images of fall, Albuquerque Botanical Garden

Sweeping Leaves

Lacking cash to buy firewood,

I sweep up leaves from the road in front,

Each one as valuable as gold;

Piled up like gorgeous red brocades,

i cover them greedily for warming my knees

And to bring some comfort to my cold hear;

I'll take them back to burn in the hearth while i sit in meditation,

and return to listening to the rain dripping on the steps.

Ryushu Shutaku from Zen Poems

Silent and still: then
even sinking into the rocks
The cicada's screech.

Matsuo Basho

fall sunset at the cabin