Why I walk

[haibun]
snow-bound trees
I’d like to die
on my feet

wandering thoughts

the other mountain hidden
by falling snow

white birch stump

the absolution
of snow

written in snow

the epic journey
of a mouse

ground and sky white

whichever way the nuthatch turns

snowfall

making sure nobody sees
my dancing

tea time

the winter sun strained
through bare branches

coyote

whose woods these are
while we sleep

cold moon

a comforter of snow
for Dad’s grave

back among familiar trees

my shadow
stretches out

departures lounge

a beggar’s friendliness worth
every penny

old subduction zone

the wren sings down
another stream