departing summer
maple-colored moon outshines
the cicada's song
a doe nudges fawns
into our city garden ?
tender summer greens
sweet and persistent
river of skin across bone
wrestling in the night
ripples on the sand
a holiday ebbs away
into the ocean
after the sentence
an apple tree is planted
in the spot you died
sakura trees bloom
on banks of kanda river~~
fragrant blossoms fall
relentless blue sky
arid blows in the west wind
another drought day
Hollow victory
Got to the top of my field
Lost my family
sharp rocked river bank
blackberry thorns scratch the sky
ducklings sculpt smooth glass
post card from loved one
faint moon in afternoon sky
heart warms, mind lingers
Electron cloud grape
skins ever ripe, bursting in
to reality.
Heat lightning drifts by,
riding on the gentle winds,
to meet the full moon.
Wild dandelion
beneath snowy winter field
do you dream of spring?
Crisp rain water falls
Into a brown wood bucket
Tea leaves soak inside.
Listen to the sigh
Of wind among the treetops
What has it just lost
Touch a touch-me-not
And see how it gets its name
Nature does not lie
The steep mountain road
Bears the weight this dogged day
That clings to my crawl
Sweat drops down my sides
With Basho in hand I drift
Atop sun-filled streams
Bright white moon still climbs
Green fishing boats line the shore
Blue waves crash nearby.
palm fronds now trembling
do they welcome the west wind
or smell winter snow
south china sea hears
songs of everlasting peace
between hurricanes
Sandcastle learning.
Vision can be constructed,
but nature consumes.
Across a calm lake
Towing a wedge of ripples
One green-headed duck.
sagging silken web
bridges the gap between trees--
breeze rocks my hammock
constant summer rain
tap tap tap on laurel leaf ?
my constant critic
Sleeping through the day
swoops out of the snowy night
by watch of the moon
Silent in the night
leave no footprints in the snow
stealthily hunting
The Sun gives the sign
The Moon's everlasting chill
All is set in place.
Roses on the wall
Blossoming from the buds, they
Stretch out to the sun
Bright lights in the sky
Twinkle against the asphalt-
Sharing the summer
Looming black storm clouds
rattle the small quiet town-
bullies in the sky
The robin, hopping,
peers over its grey wing as
the spring sun departs.
my work is finished
latter part of day remains
the sun holds me close
sun beaming brightly
shines through my office window
I ride the beam home
a wild churning wind
spearing trees, everything toys
in its reaping swath
mountain all golden
sweeps beyond the passionate
autumn harvesting