an octagonal
impression upon the snow
now a "three-way stop"
in our childhood woods -
beer bottles and a condom
where we used to play
a cold, dark morning
taste of coffee on her lips
the sun is rising
the pale sleek dog sets
sharp ears toward the long nights moon
shines her growl on me
song sparrows weave nests
in the blooming spring garden
crows wait on tree tops
schoolyard hoops shooting
ball soars sky-high, swish no net
lucky Converse shoes
The beautiful clam
he left on the beach was one
more unknown future
Sometimes you find the
prettiest tree in the wood
is hollow inside
cold of winter night
pale light from a dry round moon
softer than silence
The red fox and the
garden Buddha meditate,
their cushion fresh snow.
covering the walk
leading to my unlocked door
a dusting of snow
A lone chipmunk runs
through falling snow beneath the
witch hazels in bloom.
The feminine soul,
born, clawing her name in earth,
never truly tamed.
meadow's warm wind swirls
tall grass is a stormy sea
white tipped flowers wave
equinox arrives
white snow melts off tree branches
green buds grow outward
Dove flies through cold breeze.
Lands to rest on soft white ground.
Fades on winter snow.
the day turned pewter
a warning gust of chill wind
an empty mailbox
Snow rests on branches.
Shivering among bleak breath.
Numb hands let leaves fall.
Rusted iron gate
the only entrance to woods
where butterflies hide
Bending trees sing a
song of melancholy on
the river's cold bank.
snow early this year
today I cut Father's shirts
into quilt patch squares
spirit in the sky
with sharp sword and flaming eyes;
Akura, the fiend
scattered to the winds
dusty leaves and lifeless skin
end of a season
a patch of old snow
falls from a cedar tree branch?
weight of a squirrel
He massages pigs
with salt and pepper before
the slow, winter snow.
yellow elder leaves
blow away before first frost
afraid to wear white
still leafless and damp
my tree full of noisy crows
feels the spring sunlight
the sky grows two stars
seven pelicans fly by
low, over the sea
Crouched on the rooftop
Snow covered robin awaits
The morning or death
swaying field of grass -
a summer wind scatters thoughts
to blue horizons
On the coldest eve
above the bay's shingle shore
Venus was rising
strength, beauty, heart, wind
enveloped in one creature
on Pegasus wings
Cold morning. I sleep
well in an ice cocoon. And
so does the white moon.
branches in mourning
surrender to the autumn?
scattering of leaves
your red umbrella
hope there's no rain tomorrow
we kissed, you forgot
I kneel on the grass
hand stroking feather's of bird
earth around us- sleeps.