Sun gleaming through snow-

hung pines. Tiny flakes swirl. One

big mountain stands still. 

-Alan Richardson, Sensei

Sun-rippled surface,

dragonflies crisscross the pond.

Somewhere a fish jumps. 

-Alan Richardson, Sensei

silent winter woods—

no squirrel chatters, no birds sing—

only just this breeze 

-Alan Richardson, Sensei

Bright white tail flashes

in the greenbrier—a band of

juncos greet the spring. 

-Alan Richardson, Sensei

wind off the iced-in

pond, bringing back colder days—

spring will have to wait. 

-Alan Richardson, Sensei

voices of the brook

flowing strong with spring snowmelt—

singing and drumming 

-Alan Richardson, Sensei

October Mountain

in March—hemlock sprigs litter

the snow-crusted trail. 

-Alan Richardson, Sensei