New Year’s Day:
empty wine glasses catch
morning sunlight.
Category: Issue 01
muddy lot
of the psychiatrist
winter drizzle
first skiff of snow-
a tidings of magpies
confer on hard ground
so cold
the dog goes out to pee
reluctantly
January morning;
Yellow leaves still falling
On the frosty grass.
the wood smoke
rises unnoticed
winter light
already freezing-
across the lake one goose
honks once
sudden breeze
water lilies
hold the pond still
outside the cabin
I see last night’s wolf tracks-
closer than before
casino
its light fades away
in the dawn
no hushed leaf applause-
just wind through the branches
of the naked elms
so cold
two dogs and the cat
together at the fire
winternoon
red buildings brighten
the sidewalk
winter sunset
backlights the alders-
a small bird moves on
wind-carved glaciers
swell & crest across Greenland
crash on granite blocks
almost a Harvest Moon
this disk over the bloody mountains’
late-winter white
watching a squirrel…
empty magnolia seed pods
slide down the roof
cold air tickles
around my ear
fresh haircut
stuffy museum-
doors to the Beetle Hall
opening and closing
almost lost
in the shimmer of water
several ducklings
January rain–
a solitary calla
among the old leaves.
the old red barn stands
all doors and windows missing
the rain falls inside
winter afternoon-
the tiny grandmother
sits in silence
well! let’s go
snow-viewing till
we tumble!
Creeping through
Predawn night-
Paper delivery
oncology–
reception room flowers
still plastic
artic wind
along the blue ice
snow eddies
With fearsome roar,
Last autumn’s fallen leaves
are blown away.
is that a dewdrop
or the evening star nestled
in the northern pine?
Rusty roof creaking
Under the hot midday sun
Summer storms brewing
rose light
on your upturned face
this morning
icicle
dripping from the eave
to the sill
winter cold
gliding up and down
on offshore breezes
winter dusk
the magician
produces a dove
library silence –
a spider skitters cautiously
through Virginia Woolf
between two heartbeats
the IV tubing lets fall
one more tiny drop
snow stopped
in the voices of children
the sun shines
cool breeze –
squirrels examine
rain debris
Lying on the couch:
sunlight shines in one window
and out the other.
chill wind
beneath the monk’s robe
a naked monk
Spring snow
Like waves
Climbs over the fence.
At the cliff face
my wandering ends,
the raven’s begins
The landscape is halved
fog slumps across the valley
carrying the night
cherry-petal shells . . .
even the sand crabs live
in that light
sun pushes through mist
tai chi dancers move as one
morning in shanghai
The fog rises up
ghostlike from the lake surface–
Winter surrenders.
homeless shelter
a bowl of cat food
outside the door
Cherry blossoms.
Working in the paddy
We see all their stamens.
scanning the photos,
and now I understand why
you had to be there
alongside the river
the budding cottonwoods
so full of blue sky
sea breeze-
footprints
becoming beach again
cloud break
the smooth shadow
of a cactus
ferry steamer
a token in the mouth
of the river
after the rain
eucalyptus bark
glistening
leaky roof:
a wet friend
offers a loan
flock of bright stars
over frozen trees –
sparkling together
two white puffs playing
my warm Shi Tzus in the snow
while my feet get cold
Smoke whirls
After the passage of a train.
Young foliage.
daybreak-
the flowerbed full
of new mushrooms
A bunch of poppies
bursting through concrete outside
the door of my house.
sun shower-
the oily pavement
stained with rainbows
Cold white flakes settle –
soft white wool.
I see no sheep.
the park bench
covered in snow-
quietly waiting
The black reservoir:
a string of taillights circling
around the pale moon.
outside my window
hundreds of views exist between
spaces of tree branches
lighthouse
in the sea breeze
faint stars
Broken clouds
reveal a full moon,
silver cactus thorns.
heavy wet snow…
calls of geese
lost in the spring storm
the musty cellar:
reminding me of something
I can’t remember
blue iris-
the egret’s beak
ripples the reflection
through the chainlink —
neighbors debating
the chance of rain
dawn beach
a feral cat creeping
across the parking lot
They call this flower white peony.
Yes, but
A little red.
Mouth of the river:
Idle waves foam on grey sand
Rippled by the wind
everywhere now
the sound of one
phone ringing
the pear blossoming . . .
after the battle this
ruined house
Late April hail;
a quick game of pachinko
in magnolias.
the morning star
through the caravan skylight
a peacock’s scream
wind in the long grass
every green thing
breathing
showers raining down
urgent hands roam down valleys
rivers awaiting
lantana bushes —
this side of the chainlink
they grow wild
always spring
in the old woman’s garden…
plastic daffodils
spring rain–
beneath the umbrella
quickening footsteps
withering lilacs
and the scent of some body’s
old clothes
a mud hen
gliding into the reeds
tall trumpet lilies
Petals of chrysanthemum
Curve in their whiteness
Under the moon.
silent neighborhood
thickened morning fog
hushes the yard dogs
daisy–
its flower opens
to the sun
losing its grip …
the red ladybug
on the blue wall
summer holidays–
the call of a butcher bird
and the surf
ferris wheel
it rolls to the edge
of the night
Even in the city
a hawk soars
out of the morning sky
In the looming dusk
a heron spears a bluefish-
the pond just ripples
Printed cotton shift.
A laughing hillbilly gal,
Pretty as morning.
coney island light
a kewpie doll in the sand
just before sunrise
changing sky:
two crows perched
on a streetlight
inch by inch
the full moon escapes
from the spiderweb
A bend in the road
red ribbons and full moon
kite festival
afloat in the sky
a thousand brown plane tree leaves
crocus in flower
shingle beach
pebbles made smoother
by every wave
wind debates with wind
shingles fly away in haste
the argument ends
spring afternoon
the sound of gears and sails
from the windmill
late spring–
the fading glow of the comet
in the evening sky
the honeydew —
watching TV I finish
the other half
wire fence
the smell of coal dust
from the barge
feeding the koi-
the soft ripples spread
the sunset
a bright breeze
dandelions just higher
than the grass
scenic overlook:
a single fire hydrant
in the pet area
Spring morning vision
By the little waterfall–
Cosmos in water
treetops
obscured by fog-
children at play
the song of bees
turning weeds
to honey
The lilypond moon
cut to shreds by a pebble
the garden darkens.
pond fishing –
on my ankle
the only bite
waiting at the curb –
mirrored on the skyscraper
a brick chimney
moonlit camellias
cafe conversation spilling
into the street
A boy swims alone
In sea reaching to the sun.
Look! His head! Gleaming!
the stillness-
soaking into stones
a cicada’s cry
swimming hole;
in the dragonfly’s embrace
a dragonfly
dawn-
the river unraveled
with sunlight
bumping on water
lazy wooden boats afloat
awaiting daylight