swallowsong hidden
behind wisps of morning fog--
dawnlight yawns above
A peach tree slumbers,
dreams of pink inflorescence.
Snow falls heavily.
Raindrops are bullets
The clouds are firing the streets
I once have trodden.
watching the clouds turn
from pearl white to sullen black
cherry blossoms smile
howling winter wind
beckons the beaming full moon
calls of spirit wolves
By this bamboo thatch
Rainbow light roams underneath
Gulls caw in the sea.
leaves fall like soft rain
thick upon the ground they lay
protecting their roots
Brisk breeze of Autumn
slides through an open window
with hint of Winter
playful autumn breeze
chases me around and round
the burning leaf pile
Applauding thunder
Greets strong winds in pursuit of
Full garden hazard
high cumulus cloud
upside-down cooling geyser
distills quenching rains
sizzling summer streets
one searches shade where one can
and prays for a breeze
By jade stone statues
Noon day rain falls quick in shade
Palm trees cover paths.
Wheat sways with the wind
Leaves rustle and move around
It is harvest time
child's first rain puddle
splashing giggles and ripples
feeling her power
As winter snow falls
Ice water drips through green light
A marigold wilts.
A million monkeys
Typewriters at the ready:
Blizzard of genius?
Winter storm blows days
Green waves crashing on black rocks
Ghosts dance like crazy
lightning barked an elm
woodborer victim of old
survivor of blight
this morning thick clouds
shrouded the pure crystal sky
mourning morning sun
rain falls on petals
flowers bend and shake in dirt
garden symphony
no one found me here
sleeping in rain without you
this is called melting
red scarf left behind
on cold steel of metro rails
heel print in fresh snow
Rays of crisp blue light
Dancing upon the sea floor
Rainbow fish drift by.
black crow on white snow
four toed print thatches pathway
Russian winter dream
Almanac in hand
farmer glares across his field --
distant clouds drop rain
The trees of my youth
Branches swaying in the breeze
Pecans fell that day
The sun and the rain
Rejoice freely, candidly
The heavenly twain!
sand does not resist
either footstep, wind, or tide
a beach smooth... long... wide
A cold windy breeze
Follows the hungry birds trail -
Seeds patiently wait
skipping in light rain
hopping over mud puddles
falling face down, ugh
Soft boas of clouds
feather and drape a blue sky
not a hint of rain
Covered in winter's
branches, moon rises from a
bed of soft gray clouds.
Lovers kiss and tell
tales blown in the summer winds
my eyes share secrets
the last winter's tale
leaves snow on my brown door step
my feet frost bitten.
Leaves unfold morning.
Mother picks gnats from her chicks
Rain muddies our lawn.