Walking out between hedges
in the maze, fog above the
rocks and moss, and steps
stagger dreamlike, something
of purpose
distantly
between the pine
trees laid brown
needles, springlike
flowed water,
coming from winter's silence;
our feet
walked there years past
between the stones above the river
I walked on the
white mountain
a remnant of the evening
of a fire rising in the sky
in the cave entrance
a deer's
blood on the snow
see a reminder
of the words
that were left,
register of memory on
chimes as the wind passed
summer leaves against the sun