death shroud of white mist
borne on whisper-soft cat paws ?
river valley morn
Albino Peacock
Such beauty and elegance
Feathers white as snow
Leaves drift and scatter
at the mercy of the wind
Autumn's ghosts of Spring
in line or no line
adding a touch of wind gusts
without a life link
Mist fills the valley,
billows up, obscures the hills.
Droplets coat the leaves.
Dandelion spores
paraglide the gust of wind
to prospective homes.
If only the wind
would catch me and turn this fall
into it's embrace
move into the wind
sprint back if you can not see
the red running board
rain on rusted tin
tapping a message to me
a day lost in thought
restless nights, jade lit
autumn winds blow tattered cloud
across moon spirit
frost covers the earth
a lady draped in fine lace
beautiful and cold
a white sun sets in
the ruined Colosseum,
in buds pink in snow
a flock of pigeons
rain and white feathers mingle
peace waters the world
autumnal winds blow
trees harmoniously sway
choreography
forgot sleep again
words come sluggish in this fog
Sis, will you listen?
a mountain, fractious
gravity spilt thunder voice
snow cap undermined
call it the border
but grass grows green on both sides
and bends in the wind
flat open waters
pines reaching into the fog
stillness that listens
Proud cumulus clouds
Begin to shun the landscape,
A desert is born
The kigo in rain
wets renso, transmutation
of satori wine.
Amid storm debris
rushing downstream, gently drifts
a single white swan.
Jade Pacific dips,
crests white, keeper of the past,
of storm's memory.
spring comes to the land
snow melts leaving lace of ice
a green sprout breaks through
a gray spring drizzle?
I had hoped for a flower,
perhaps even two
lovely clouds moved fast
above lace branches in bud
a dangerous sky
it is simply wind
mixed with water it becomes
typhon bringing tears
his raucous laughter
echoes through our memories?
balmy morning breeze
winds clip our bare limbs
mohagony coffins close
sparrows sing their dirge
crows harass eagle
surrounding his gliding path -
he flies to the clouds
Catskill mountain lake's
thick veil of morning fog pierced
echoing bonsho
Insects cloud the moon
Warm bodies in the rafters
Bat wings soft stutter
the spring sun peeks in
bully wind chases it out
spring will arrive soon
on this bitter night
my frosted breath joins the clouds
covering the stars
an early spring rain
drops gold onto sleeping dogs
women wake and cry
The sun and wind flash
neon fish upon the pond ?
cold swim, bright shining.
Now the leaves return
So the high wind sings once more
Six months the frost waits