Ginkgo trees laden
with leaves fanning the dawn sun
Seeds lie in waiting
The morning bell sounds
the monks pause from their labors
Buddha sits zazen
The wall does not move
only the breath is moving
count it carefully
Haiku
17/3
Blue heron takes flight
giant wings stir wispy clouds
April emerges.
December garden
faceless Buddha loudly laughs
wriggling toes in snow.
Bang the drum loudly
kasha awaits the silence
a winter tempest
MORNING
one thousand fingers
gently fold one thousand cranes
our tears are countless.
red sandstone plateaus
coyote stalks through scrub pine
chindi howl assent
in the Norway Spruce
pine cones threaten to descend.
Squirrels sit waiting.
TRIPTYCH
Origami cranes
take to the sky, devour clouds
denying winter.
Zebra butterflies
hover, dance on rays of light
never tomorrow
The pond imagines
itself one day a great lake
its shore dreams of spring.
BRIEF THOUGHTS (3 HAIKU)
In the sunlit park
the small dog watches the man
go fetch the thrown ball
Maple leaves emerge
almost certain that winter
is now history
A rain of petals
cherry snow covers the ground
we await the fruit.
WINTER FALLS ON JAPAN
Upon the peak of Mt. Fuji
the first snow is shrouded
by the mother clouds.
In the shadows, rice shoots
stare up in reverence.
THIS POEM
This poem begins
with infinite
possibility
