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parting the tall grass, short tail of deer
above the valley, screech of a hawk
climbing the boulder after a chipmunk, shadow of a hawk
feeling the wetness, I let go the frog from my palm
dividing the fog silently, tall pines
letting fall a star, the sky later blushes
another autumn day - outside, more rain is falling
late summer - raindrops fill a beggar's cup
candles on a cake - her breath completes the wish
in the candle flame, wings of a Codling moth
apple branch bent low - raccoon loses balance
from a tree nearby, the sound of red leaves stirring
under the stars, petals of a white flower
looking up at the darkest sky, spring peepers
looking up at the stars, spring peepers
in her tiny hand the warbler's yellow breast seemed to beat again
on the grassy hill, shadows of thin clouds moving
cloud shadows brush the mountain top - hawks soar
slivers of moonlight among the leafless branches - old fallen apples
as the sun slips away quietly, the forest murmurs
amber light in filtered haze - faded memories
wind rushing through a dream - quiet night
in the frozen reeds, there is only the silence of the moon rising
out on the river the geese call to each other - December snowfall
anchored in winter light, the bell tolls for each passing wave
fluttering through falling snow, a cardinal's wings
valentine's day - on her lips my smile
wild berries on wet tongue - ripples flowing
lips part but the kiss remains
reflected in the old well, the old face
full moon hanging from a branch - old orchard
reaching for the moon, a forest of empty branches
wind over buffalo grass, in the distance a sound like thunder
late autumn - the colors leave when the sky moves south
sunday morning - trees wake before birds
sunday morning - insects hover over small flowers
sunday morning - frost lingers as the sun rises
returning robin - old bath new water
rain passes - in a garden corner feathers remain
early spring - a flock of clouds ahead of geese
late spring - white blossoms enfold the moon
cherry trees studded with flowers - starry night
clouds linger at the edge of the mountain, hawks glide past
hard rain falling - I should have slept and dreamed instead
small flowers gather on the edge of the river as summer passes
small white flowers falling, or is it snow coming early?
wooden masts under open sky - flags waving
long shadows walk through the garden - night comes
tall ships move up the river, clouds follow
swallow wings beat the midday air - clouds churn
swallow wings cut the late sky, the sun bleeds
quilt into summer - butterfly wings pattern the sill
her body arches above the circus crowd, the tent sways
late autumn - in a dream flakes of snow
overnight rain - leaves scatter as fall rolls in
lovers embrace then let go, the wind passes
slipping past half-shut eyes, morning sun
filling the gap between ground and sky, blackbird song
misty rain at the edge of the sea - a Bangkok dream
leading the way through a wisp of clouds, the half-lit moon
eye-spots on caterpillar tail looking my way
in the curl between leaf and stem, drop of dew
morning star low over trees - cricket song
dripping from still green leaves, summers end
black eyes open under China sky, jade smile
impressions of moonlight, through a dirty window
blowing past the baby's smile, Autumn wind
home again, now the leaves are falling
frost on frozen
reeds - far away the
moon rises into empty
sky time and
reality, shifting like tides
on a riverbank the blackbird's
song serene in silent
marsh grass - still ice on
river memories of
childhood gone, like fog that
drifts through mountains past the crystal
path beyond the
lingering breath, final
solitude remembering
cicadas as I walk the
fragile earth |
