dazzling lights in sky
Jupiter outshines them all
planetary pride
rain on rusted tin
tapping a message to me
a day lost in thought
Oh shimering moon
How wonderful you so are
Lighting my dark path
the black butterflies
startled, they vacate their trees-
blocking the sunlight
restless nights, jade lit
autumn winds blow tattered cloud
across moon spirit
frost covers the earth
a lady draped in fine lace
beautiful and cold
skeletal trees weep
world wrapped in cold bleak winter
? my heart walks alone
past dug up turns to
present headache turmoil
best to learn from trees
Spring's green vibrato
Earth rises from Winter's tomb
symphony of hope
a white sun sets in
the ruined Colosseum,
in buds pink in snow
Sun is full of light
but it can become so dark
eclipsing my life
a flock of pigeons
rain and white feathers mingle
peace waters the world
autumnal winds blow
trees harmoniously sway
choreography
Cherry tree blossoms
As death comes around again
She waves gracefully
new leaves crowd old trees
dance together in the sun
soon to fall to earth
winter moon in shards
a smell of wine lingering
on the attic floor
a mountain, fractious
gravity spilt thunder voice
snow cap undermined
call it the border
but grass grows green on both sides
and bends in the wind
winter trees stand nude
waiting for the leaves of spring
to clothe them again
a single flower
in my garden filled with weeds
reminds me of you
Weak from looking up
Waiting for the rains to fall,
Flowers rest their necks
Bowing profoundly
regal palm trees acknowledge
the forces of air.
Outer banks of sea
waves roar and thrash wildly
shells move and clatter
The kigo in rain
wets renso, transmutation
of satori wine.
Under a bright sky
White light shimmers over sea
Daisies bow to waves.
spring comes to the land
snow melts leaving lace of ice
a green sprout breaks through
full late winter moon
entwined in bare tree branches
caught, then floating free
leaves at her doorstep
her window fogged with my breath
slim oak tree stood nude
black birds on my wall
children laughing under sheets
making hand puppets
I saw overhead
the color that the sky bled:
chain rust rattle red
spring's messenger bird
has returned to fallow fields
red-breasted and round
a gray spring drizzle?
I had hoped for a flower,
perhaps even two
inside aged men die,
all across frozen lake tops
blackbirds swoop for meals
lovely clouds moved fast
above lace branches in bud
a dangerous sky
it is simply wind
mixed with water it becomes
typhon bringing tears
returning wild geese
rest at the brim filled farm pond?
guano underfoot