winter snow falling
two crows then three like black snow
hopping on a tree
dreaming butterflies
in ancient red mansions where
leaves now flutter by
Ice painted trees crack
Power lines snap; the blackout ?
opens to starlight.
Old oaks dwarf the house
where seasons change from shade to
acorns, leaves, despair
Red, yellow and green
Lollipop trees drop their leaves:
Only sticks remain.
Tall trees are bent low,
Their branches reaching for earth.
Heaven is too far.
crowds of autumn leaves
dance at dusk through graying streets
lifted by the wind
many whisperings
maple to poplar to oak
Orion rises
Open room window
waft of fresh cone of pine tree
growing beyond hill.
the dogwood is dry
from the hard sun of summer
her leaves look for rain
the Autumn sun shines
golden leaves fall from the sky
Listen - the wind speaks
autumn's life story---
of youth, spring love, golden years
each leaf a memoir
winds will whirl wildly
shaking loose any leaf left
trees sometimes topple
Slices of sunlight
through the stand of redwood trees
golden dust dancing
Wind rustles the leaves
warning of the coming storm
like a restless ghost
Tall pines stand above
a fire burning at midnight,
two old friends, laughing
thick forests whisper
songs of love to a wild moon
murmured with the wind
marauding raccoons
raiders of my ripe peach tree
left me not a one
departing summer
maple-colored moon outshines
the cicada's song
after the sentence
an apple tree is planted
in the spot you died
sakura trees bloom
on banks of kanda river~~
fragrant blossoms fall
Crisp rain water falls
Into a brown wood bucket
Tea leaves soak inside.
sagging silken web
bridges the gap between trees--
breeze rocks my hammock
constant summer rain
tap tap tap on laurel leaf ?
my constant critic
a wild churning wind
spearing trees, everything toys
in its reaping swath
delicate, pale plume
weeping branches bow to earth
winter's eulogy
The white backs of leaves
flutter under a dark sky
as thunder grumbles
leaf on the water
lost peripatetic limb
retains a green life
The leaves fall, letters
sent to seeds, to let them know
their mother still cares.
This dear, lonely hill
I hear wind stir these branches
eternal nature.
spring season arrives,
branches with chirping sparrows,
amongst the first buds
Delicate snowflakes
dance gracefully in cold air
catching bare branches
I hear the forest
whisper in the springtime rain
the secrets of life.
A wind snags autumn
And flings it through barren trees
Suddenly, winter
deer browse forest edge
turkeys strut among the oaks
life rests ? time breathes deep
Shorn of foliage
Standing secluded and sad
Trees show signs of age