Thursday, September 5, 2013

Needles of quiet rain
ripples the green little pool
Eternal waiting


Winter memories
mist and napthalene
Getting colder with age

Monday, May 6, 2013

Shadows of a gloomy noon
are dancing

Monday, April 29, 2013

Spring didn't last long
It never does.

Now the moss
on ancient rock
dries into brown dust

At dusk

I drink tea with
your beautiful
eternally absent

Fragrance of
angry-wild summer

Friday, April 26, 2013

Summer has withered so much
since last year
sighs the green
grass leaves