She chases his ghosts
out of the schoolyard. Old trees
bow. Their slow walk home.
Small migrating birds
Flying in a fluid line
A scattered black snake
farm fields are ready
on the island ripe barley--
wind ruffles your hair
Crocus peeking out
purple, snow lined beds dark brown
rich with Spring's promise
Seagull cuts into
a bar of obstinate sun,
casts his own shadow
forests of dead trees
dismembered, reassembled
numb, leafless in paint
Garden of wishes-
Butterfly lands- flies away;
Flowers stay planted.
Monk on bench, Sea-Tac
Did not see me next to him;
Immersed in i-phone.
The shaking branch shows
A glimpse of the near future,
The first orange leaf falls.
Trees in silhouette
Stand against the fading light
Bats begin their feast
bright sun, burning earth
bench in the shade, wind blowing -
life philosophy
leaning together
three linden trees drip fragrance
carried on the breeze
Beneath winter sun
I sit chin in hand to wait
For life to begin
Thunder, storm, lightning
Sitting on that mountain ridge
With monsters and gods
Sun rips through tissue
Paper clouds to place his hands
hotly on my arm.
whales grown huge on krill
are but specks in a vast sea?
surging tsunami
Burdened with moisture,
smoke plods across the mountain
clutching blue sky's hand.
Moisture in the air
Leaves changing colors early
Mists cloud the Basin
The deer watches me
watch her through my camera
sun fading the moon
Moving against time
From spring into the cold snow
Landing, clicks, belts off
showing only thorns
through patches of silent snow
dreaming of a bloom
brown poppy stalks wait
the wind's artistry in fire
orange memories
fir flame and west wind
conspire to pumpkin the moon
in a smokey eye
full yucca moon ghosts
starving black basalt river
thin rapids bleed snow
In zazen at dusk
I dwell on time's roaring wind.
Then, a firefly
Knocked down by the rain,
The maple seeds glow pale green
On the wet sidewalk
Arthur, the Sun King,
so brilliant, so resplendent;
the Queen longed for life.
the earth's last warning
tigers, oceans, forests bleed
red as geishas' lips
softly falling snow
my breath, warm and visible
white puffs in the air
windy afternoon...
watching the circling black clouds
drop to lashing rain
ripple on the pond
shows where the swimmer has been
an eagle will feast
Ominously cold.
Snow beating endlessly down.
Bonding inside, safe.
in an autumn sky
venus sews seeds of sunrise
old as yesterday
unsettled patterns
the moon shine plays hide and seek
with a chance of rain
Sleepless nights approach
As clouds pass along the sky
Taking dreams with them
being all alone
seeing the bird cage covered
with obligation