Sweet fire listens.
Too delicate beauty stirs
Death as light snow falls.
Painted white-on-white:
Great White Egret, wings spread wide
in a cloudy sky.
Spiral clouds of birds
Over golden, ghostly Rome
A cold, spring twilight
Mayday gift appears
Towering Catalpa forms
Blossom cloud and rain
A few drops of rain
a thirsty earth is begging
clouds blown by the wind
Questions always come
Landscapes clouded and misty
finally resolve
raindrops trickle down
lightning flashes angry skies
longing for rainbows
A thin haze of fog
softens the morning sunrise
a cantaloupe sky
Rising from water
the sun's lance piercing the cloud
brings enlightenment
Threadbare branches mourn
vestments stolen by chill winds -
melancholy ghosts
mist coddling the peak
narrow path to the summit
blood between my toes
windfall cedar trunk
rolled smooth in rain forest moss
decays evergreen
Lotus Peak Shimmers
A veil of misty showers
Cloud Edo's white dream
Luminous dust cloud
New moon over ripe cherries
Memories dry out
Wind drags across time
pulling at leaves and false teeth
I can barely smile
Hail you, full of grace
Do you sense blessings divine?
Stone drips on water.
black crow flaps its wings
suspended on a wind gust
blotting out the sun
The darkening sky
softly exhales its last wish
early autumn rain
hazed mist of morning
kingfisher iridescent~
sticklebacks beware
stooping among dunes
camels gleaning green stubble
after desert rain
morning summer breeze
a concentric draft ascends
white oak leaves tremble
The sounds puddles make -
face down, tearing into clouds,
reflecting calm skies.
The master inscribes.
The past, reborn, signs the page:
Footprints melt the snow.
The spring wind dances
Through the pines dislodging cones.
The earth glows and swells.
a sly red fox hides
under the magnolia ?
patches of old snow
Against my window
rain taps veiled time signatures
ebbing me to sleep.
walking clasping hands
twilight trail circles the lake
fog oroboros
I make two wishes
the sign of a better day
a double rainbow
Wheat stubble in snow
Interrupts a field of white
Nature needs a shave
A weak winter sun
Vainly struggles to burn through
Winter's icy fog
the last dregs of snow
live and die by the Sun's glance-
feeding daffodils
The first green of spring
protruding from snow and soil-
presents from the Sun
wind of change blowing
ruffling feathers, teasing wings
the fates are spinning
this curtained darkness
something about the silence-
overnight snow drifts
Fresh, gentle, Spring breeze
Tides of tears roll out to sea
A new beginning
Leopards hunt silent
the breeze carries leaves gone by
the Fox dies alone