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.
When the red sun rose
Its rays bathed the gold grass fields
Corn, wheat, all on fire
Good mother. The sun
wearing leaves of white starlight.
Darkness bowing low.
a burned-out building
snow-covered steps lead nowhere
Man's plans gone awry.
children still at play
after a long dry summer
feet on brittle leaves
Ink black branches scrawled
across an indigo sky
smudge the bright white moon
Dust covered, weary,
old blossoms by a dry path.
We feel the same wind.
morning coffee brews
bird watch at breakfast table
background music plays
quarter moon zenith...
body had reclined breathless
white light on a block
tendrils of sun rays
turn the lake a whiskey gold
flash of amber eyes
Advancing in line
Impacts of artillery
Rain on dusty soil
Glowing summer moon
Reflects across the water
A fishing raccoon
a bitter ice wind
makes the proud trees bend and groan
frozen is the world
Blue bird, open wings,
undulating in the wind,
animated sky.
walking on the beach
I reached out to take your hand
before the dream crashed
tied up in a box
I returned your jewelry
snow falls--I shiver
a white weeping birch
its mustard leaves blowing free
into blue above
Backlit by the moon
White clouds in a midnight sky
Sail till mornings rise.
Clouds behind bare trees,
cut into sharp white pieces.
My dreams in the sky.
The grand old oak tree,
gnarled trunk, climbing frame of youth,
leers at the aged me.