Without my consent,
Tossed aside and into dirt,
I am forgotten.
For a seasons turn I sleep,
Before I blossom in red.
Tag: summer
A steady winds’ song
Quiet strings in a full world
Listen close my friend
For it is not a solo
But a forest symphony.
My lovely oak leaf
Without branches for comfort
I apologize
The day is tall with sorrow
But the blue sky, taller still.
Cool summer morning
Remove your foggy blanket
Sing us good morning
With soil and a sunrise kiss
Orange poppies bid you welcome.
Golden State of mind
Through fields of grass I followed
Knee deep in unknown
And without Rosetta’s Gift
My heart’s translation unheard.
crickets by the pond
playing tiny violins
without sheet music.
to me the notes are lovely,
but what do the crickets hear?
paper thin shoji
an apple on tatami
bathed in a pale blue
intangible and precious
these paprika memories
sunset blinds ablaze
mountains rolling curving still
sweet views surround me
atop a peak I breathe deep
watching the sky melt to blue
he slumbers without
yet knowing i am a stone
frogs do not compare
to a violins’ chorus
a moment before moon rise
little twisted bridge
over old babbling brook
lift our spirits high
on sweet songs and small candles
floating dreams on bark and leaves