He massages pigs
with salt and pepper before
the slow, winter snow.
again buds burst out
while winds still blow bitter cold.
how many more times.
yellow elder leaves
blow away before first frost
afraid to wear white
Crouched on the rooftop
Snow covered robin awaits
The morning or death
swaying field of grass -
a summer wind scatters thoughts
to blue horizons
strength, beauty, heart, wind
enveloped in one creature
on Pegasus wings
cascade pines cloistered
pray in dense pacific fog
sharing faith with kelp
your red umbrella
hope there's no rain tomorrow
we kissed, you forgot
a burned-out building
snow-covered steps lead nowhere
Man's plans gone awry.
Dust covered, weary,
old blossoms by a dry path.
We feel the same wind.
Advancing in line
Impacts of artillery
Rain on dusty soil
a bitter ice wind
makes the proud trees bend and groan
frozen is the world
Blue bird, open wings,
undulating in the wind,
animated sky.
tied up in a box
I returned your jewelry
snow falls--I shiver
blows the first warm breeze
awaking sleepy-eyed twigs
morning coffee brews
A soft summer breeze
across the scorching paved road
An urban oven
Backlit by the moon
White clouds in a midnight sky
Sail till mornings rise.
Clouds behind bare trees,
cut into sharp white pieces.
My dreams in the sky.
snow may cap the mount
and chill make branches brittle
but vale grass grows green
Intricate snow flakes,
woven into a white quilt,
creates a new world.
A man ought to love
brown leaves and the last acorn
before winter snow
the dripping faucet
when will the cold freeze these walls
snow swirling outside
Birds to feeder flock.
Like fine rain to earth seeds fall.
Hunger pays no heed.
wild turkey footprints
swell on the melting snowfall
raptors roam my woods
sounding geese point dark
against the buttermilk sky
frost thorns guard birch twigs
Muffled quietness
Shroud that covers everything
A winter snowfall
A warm south wind. Snow
disappears into puddles.
Goodbye White Christmas.
From behind the clouds
golden rays slowly peep in;
rhododendron smiles.
Harsh the cold wind blows
Yet tears burn strongly with heat
sad is this season
On winter's windy
days, that faithful sentry, my
scarecrow salutes me
swift rain blurs blossoms
down my black silk cheongsam
drying on clothes line
Sun claws at the clouds
Frantically trying to see
The earth far below
Bric-a-brac brooding
on lost time ? strain as hard as
the snow falls gentle.
snow purls small stitches
rows and rows a woolen scarf
upon winter's neck.
morning flushed bright pink
mountain jaws rising to greet
the clouds just waking
Walking home from work,
my footprints in snow point the
other direction.