The scent of a hundred flowers -
                            walking in the rain
                                       past grazing geese.

Cobwebbed attic,
   all moonglow and dust motes -
the doll stares.

Stars glint
   through shrouded branches -
       ebony eyes still above the limb.

A cool evening -
distant bell echoes
      off lapping waves.

Sun's early rays
slide past fog-shrouded hills,
over murmuring waves.

Wind-lashed waves rise,
crash onto rocks,
as pelicans serenely glide by.

Creaking rigging
heard over the bay -
a majestic turn in the sun.