Out of the dark crows
Clutching the wide-eyed mouse,
Soars the light-brown hawk

Deep in the woods
Words worn away by time
Gravestone stands alone

Morning bird in woods
Now on a nearer branch
Sings to me

Trees in the morning
Lines on the page emerge
Out of the white fog

Me, message bottle,
Floating the shimmering sea
Written, "love God"

In deep woods, snow
Drifts quiet on the epitaph
"Never Alone"