By this bamboo thatch
Rainbow light roams underneath
Gulls caw in the sea.
when the sun shines bright
warmth and comfort calm masses
nature's sedative
awaiting the day
eight minutes its journey takes
bathing earth in light
leaves fall like soft rain
thick upon the ground they lay
protecting their roots
leaves changing color -
promises made in summer
now dry up and fade
Joy, simple and huge,
flows like a slow, warm river,
from a thankful heart
gritty brown water --
honks of Canada geese splash
into the farm pond
playful autumn breeze
chases me around and round
the burning leaf pile
a falling snowstar:
another, then another--
I wish for flowers
Applauding thunder
Greets strong winds in pursuit of
Full garden hazard
cicada singing
is silenced at sun's setting
quiet commences
high cumulus cloud
upside-down cooling geyser
distills quenching rains
By jade stone statues
Noon day rain falls quick in shade
Palm trees cover paths.
Wheat sways with the wind
Leaves rustle and move around
It is harvest time
Blank, white legal pad,
tall pine trees sway in summer,
love yourself, I say.
child's first rain puddle
splashing giggles and ripples
feeling her power
As winter snow falls
Ice water drips through green light
A marigold wilts.
The bluebird carries
the sky, the daily bread of
the eyes, on his back.
this morning thick clouds
shrouded the pure crystal sky
mourning morning sun
Bright tulips stand guard,
like obedient soldiers,
saluting the sun.
The sun always shines
When you live with open eyes.
Someday you will see.
You are in the South.
I am shaking in the North.
Cut trees wait with me.
In a river red,
fish with prosthetic tail-fins
can still swim upstream.
rain falls on petals
flowers bend and shake in dirt
garden symphony
no one found me here
sleeping in rain without you
this is called melting
red scarf left behind
on cold steel of metro rails
heel print in fresh snow
Always climbing up
to limitless potential
in the endless sky
Rays of crisp blue light
Dancing upon the sea floor
Rainbow fish drift by.
red leaf on black earth
gilded maple etches mind
hills roll in color
black crow on white snow
four toed print thatches pathway
Russian winter dream
Almanac in hand
farmer glares across his field --
distant clouds drop rain
Listening to jazz
While hiking through the damp woods,
Wet as a virgin
The trees of my youth
Branches swaying in the breeze
Pecans fell that day
The sun and the rain
Rejoice freely, candidly
The heavenly twain!
reflection of moon
spills on the waters at night
tides of love heighten
retirement home-
the tree shakes free its last leaves
crunching underfoot