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