grove of fallen trees
blackened roots curl towards the sky
seeking permanence
Drift in willow's weep,
Steeping in a bristling stream.
Intersections shift.
Willow trees in light
and shade. Bow to the new day.
Ash of creation.
The trees are naked,
Bereft of leaves, winter's curse
Yet birds are singing
Dawn lights the pink wall
Apple tree limbs cast shadows -
Illusion of warmth
kicking leaves aside
looking back at the window
where she used to sit
dawn in Kyoto
dew kissed Sakura branches
an early embrace
Green leaves in sunlight
burn the Buddha image bright
right inside her heart
let the sunlight stream
through your hair just like the wind
through the trees in Spring
Golden light on trees
Punctuates the afternoon
Rounding out the day
hardy dogwood stems
appear, jutting through the snow,
awaiting springtide
alone on the porch
a man welcomes the morning
Spanish cedar flute
yellow ginkgo leaves
tell the fall sky how it feels
to be so alone
raindrops beat on leaves
the wet tires of passing cars
hiss like cornered snakes
Trees hung with lemons
Pecans strewn on copper leaves
Wild geese carve the sky
leaf-rot is fading
air now tastes of light and snow
on new hunting grounds
While Fujisan sleeps
from trees lava spits and spills
a firey welcome
morning light filtered
through a canopy of leaves
muted sparrow song
bright morning sunlight
brilliant Japanese maple
blue jays on the wing
great soaked maple leaf
pinched up high at the middle--
a glistening tent
Tall trees in my sight.
Green is the beauty of Earth.
The sun beating bright.
senior trees arc near
drawn together like magnets;
quiet love story
Living light inside
the branches of the old elms
There and gone again
Japanese maple
leaves turn from green to amber . . .
bracing for winter
a half moon perches
in the sycamore's branches
light blooms on the hills
fresh tea leaves dancing
with gusto through dull water
a flight of dragons
Light blue morning sky
Oak branches frame a bright moon
Fallen rose petals
limbs shed yellow leaves
dropping and shooting in wind
stars sit on sidewalks
pair of owls night-dance
enfolding the balsam pine
snow embroidery
Large emerald hands
Deep forest beneath our eyes
The sea is churning
broken wing sparrow
flopping low along sidewalk-
green leaf in the wind
Plumes of smoke rising
up from the leaf-covered ground
into the fall sky
a tired rasp of leaf -
cold gust scattering blackbirds
into early night
Fall retains its glow
Falling leaves and golden times
Followed by the snow
My heart, like dead leaves
downfallen, trampled afoot
broken troth of spring
leaves decay and melt
earth's flesh rotting into dirt
season reaches end--