leaves in rainwater
naked branches catch snowflakes
in a winter breeze
when the winter comes
the sunlight over the snow
heaven fell to earth
grayish, frozen sky
a bitter wind howls at night;
snowy, hushed footfall
The snow keeps falling
Flakes that land without a sound
Are they yours or mine?
one day spring appears--
dirt, sun, rain, the tilt of Earth--
it lives beyond words
faraway winds might
hide under borneo skies
between monsoon days
Eskimos have more
Than thirty words for snow, soon
They'll need just one; gone
following the storm
the spectacular downpour
of cherry blossoms
thunderless lightning
sparks in emerald valley
the dance of fireflies
A Cloud of blood swirls
In a cup of hot water
Bug in my body
June breezes blowing,
red-winged black birds on cattails,
practicing tai chi.
Aging white cement
Peeking over great black clouds
Old moon's glowing scalp
For ten years I write
one poem. Now, pale winter
snow edits my lines.
Greens fading away,
as misty mornings step in-
autumn at my door.
The sound of wind chimes
beyond the garden's darkness
her whispered laughter
golden courtesan
sipping wine of laughter sets
the west wind astir
Winter willow waves
opaled arms, bearing weight, white
of innocent snow.
Snow falls on lake's shore.
Winter fingers work magic,
turn water to ice.
summer's fragile reeds
now ice-layered bend to write
our names in the snow
A window held closed
wind rattled against its skin
the cold pane quivers
thunder claps bellow
nature in baritone voice
ground reverberates
Mist drapes oak branches
Moon's light casts subdued shadows
Crickets call... it's night.
sunfish in the sky
clouds dipping like quick minnows
turning lavender
after morning rain
sailing in a newborn stream
very clean garbage
A silver lantern
Gentle breeze on the water
Precious reflections
Under morning clouds,
Belly rumbling like thunder ?
A Buddhist sutra.
A purple crocus
springs up through the winter snow.
Daffodils take heed.
Huddled together
Pining for sweet summer fruit
Snow-covered Monkeys!
snow piles disappear,
blossoms anxious for the melt ?
old secrets emerge
the garden roses
so still and calm at twilight;
no thought for the frost
winter snow falling
two crows then three like black snow
hopping on a tree
borneo monsoon
in evergreen memories
when thunder returns
tick and tack of sleet
upon breadth of dying blades -
duck paddles through reeds
A flashbulb sky roars
Iced rain scratches at paned glass
Soft steam over tea
carefully reading
a book window-side midnight
snow's ambient light
Sailboats wrapped in snow
sigh softly and ache for spring,
dreaming of the sea.