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
The vast copper sky
Stony silence of the night
Shower astral light.
Catskill mountain lake's
thick veil of morning fog pierced
echoing bonsho
up north?winter sun
skates across the frozen lakes
until spring sun comes
surf embraces sand
rewinding the hour glass
waltzing with the moon
Insects cloud the moon
Warm bodies in the rafters
Bat wings soft stutter
Weighted in the sky
Atramentous Thunderhead
Reaching epoch mass
the spring sun peeks in
bully wind chases it out
spring will arrive soon
Waves bring messages,
Mankind waits along the beach,
Those of peace still drown.
an early spring rain
drops gold onto sleeping dogs
women wake and cry
The sun and wind flash
neon fish upon the pond ?
cold swim, bright shining.
cottage by the sea
the rise and fall of your chest
with each crashing wave
These birdsongs- are they
mechanized or is this real?
The dead trees still loom...
Now the leaves return
So the high wind sings once more
Six months the frost waits
the small red maple
is the perfect climbing tree
for the happy child
plentiful and green
this spring the plum tree's budding
promises new growth
storm-streaked evening
clouds forming in a gray sky
thunder playing drums
Lone gull on a sea
dons the sun and moon for wings
and soars forever