The August sun's set--
our wall radiates its warmth,
sun for the lizard
reborn as flurries
of the mountain's furied stars
stair-stepped to sky's vaults
Rain on the water
A symphony of the new
Rippling chords, rebirth.
In afternoon sun
my shadow one of many
waiting for the bis
Slices of sunlight
through the stand of redwood trees
golden dust dancing
I hear my father's
sneeze over the salt-thick wind,
but he is not here.
with raptor talons
we grasp at elusive dreams
moon smiles knowingly
galloping horses
encircle without dust cloud
the carousel ride
early morning sun
outline of a little boy
demanding some food
Hours of packing books.
Nearby, an open dumpster
glistens in the rain.
Wind rustles the leaves
warning of the coming storm
like a restless ghost
Sunset at the beach
waves against the rocky shore
sand between the cracks
never so serene
the surface of a small pond
six ducks still in flight
Snow tip mountains breathe
Brown bears wander paths for food
Shadows light a pond.
feathers of ice fog
sever plains of blue into
sky geometry
Black skies cry to me
I hear cold rain trickle down
wet night harmony
thick forests whisper
songs of love to a wild moon
murmured with the wind
Chaotic dark sky
Suddenly grows calm and still:
The eye of the storm
marauding raccoons
raiders of my ripe peach tree
left me not a one
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