in line or no line
adding a touch of wind gusts
without a life link
Standing skeletons
Life hidden among the stands
Dense canopies lost
past dug up turns to
present headache turmoil
best to learn from trees
No sleep, one big thought
so worried time has gone by
where will I end up
Sun is full of light
but it can become so dark
eclipsing my life
Cherry tree blossoms
As death comes around again
She waves gracefully
The Spring of My Life
holds up my basement window
reciting Issa
to pare my life down,
to retain just as much as
I can give thanks for
Life is empty when
If you shout with all your might
There is no echo
Proud cumulus clouds
Begin to shun the landscape,
A desert is born
Jade Pacific dips,
crests white, keeper of the past,
of storm's memory.
sword and shield in hand
a pillow under your head
death is not picky
inside aged men die,
all across frozen lake tops
blackbirds swoop for meals
first light of morning
finds my father's smiling face
death took him gently
surf embraces sand
rewinding the hour glass
waltzing with the moon
These birdsongs- are they
mechanized or is this real?
The dead trees still loom...
the elderly man
pruned the rose bushes today-
the hell with cancer!
unemployment line
snakes past the forsythia
piles of dropped Kleenex
old plaza darkness
phantasms of long dead feasts
the fog of streetlamps
The winds reaps our crops
Harvesters with no mercy
Like life taking flight
Lone gull on a sea
dons the sun and moon for wings
and soars forever
Life's gotten so dull,
just want to run, breathe real air,
in the nature's breeze
an endless circle
of birth and death and footsteps
straying inbetween.
A bass freshly caught
lies still as death in the grass
then flops to water
A long summer drought
old woman in a lawn chair
watering dead grass
Artists and writers,
Die before their time they say,
Thus, don't let them drive.
This city of red
Drowning in the salts of life
A forgotten home
past the tunnel of
headlights there is only faith
the dark road goes on
there was a time I
waited anxiously for you
to stand on your own
The meaning You shared
The life that You spared for us
Unforgettable
Swimming in cold fog
winter's enchantment in me
through this forest's life
We stand together,
I and the mountain; in time,
Just the mountain stands.
Looking to the sky
In search of shapes and meanings -
In clouds, in our lives.
the river flows east
water carrying all life
dreams wash ashore cleansed
Swimming with the rocks
A short life ends abruptly
A watery grave
the scorched seashell skin
the parched labyrinthine womb
a primeval death