The moon tonight--
I even miss
her grumbling.

The pheasant cries
as if it just noticed
the mountain.

All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.

the divine flame burns
even in cold dark rainy nights

A  flock  of  wild  geese
have  just  flown  by.

Very  pleasing  
to  the  eye.

I'm  in  the  heart
of  nature  here.

Quite  content
with  little  fear.

Mother  nature  works  away
something  new  turns  up  each  day.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2016.