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
thawed by the Spring sun
we flirt on damp grass and feel
butterflies dancing
Shy autumnal bird
did you brush against the moon
to get that pale down?
Raw tomato lips
Garden gate swings bug eyed wide
Mosquito smiles ripe
delicate, pale plume
weeping branches bow to earth
winter's eulogy
against my wishes
he pulled me to shore and said
I had failed to swim
one paw at a time...
old cat searches tenderly
for the morning sun
The white backs of leaves
flutter under a dark sky
as thunder grumbles
I was in the dark.
You took me to the valley
where light can be found.
leaf on the water
lost peripatetic limb
retains a green life
dull soft peppercorns
black eyes of the langoustine
sun shine evades them
The leaves fall, letters
sent to seeds, to let them know
their mother still cares.
sweet scented dew drops
grass blades converse melodies
soul of lush meadow
It has left her lips,
Catching it, but bore away,
Stolen by the rain.
Diamonds drip like rain
snowflakes- against windowpane
stuck behind the glass.
Sky blues overhead
long recollection of storm
see my reflection.
This dear, lonely hill
I hear wind stir these branches
eternal nature.
In the spring garden
Murderous aphids attack
The helpless rose bud.