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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
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frost on frozen
reeds -
far away the
moon rises
into empty
sky
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time and
reality,
shifting like tides
on a riverbank
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the blackbird's
song
serene in silent
marsh grass -
still ice on
river
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memories of
childhood gone,
like fog that
drifts through mountains
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past the crystal
path
beyond the
lingering breath,
final
solitude
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remembering
cicadas
as I walk the
fragile earth
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