Day’s Journey
daybreak
herons rise from water-rings
on the pond, in clouds, lotus blossoms
wind song
the slight stir of my reflection
quiet stream
though the clouds bird sounds
clouds in the wetlands
break from the reeds
lightning
between flashes, a blossomless tree
old garden, leaves in the pool, parting
summer rain—a white stone, whiter
stepping stones—
near the waterfall, my shadow
lotus leaf—the sound of rain returns
moonlight, the useless color
of fragrant pines
waning moon
the weight of blossoms
grows dim
Autumn Leaves
alone, in each other’s steps, in the midst of autumn leaves
autumn breeze, his fragrant words drift from my hand
sunlight strums the mountainside, now and again a spider web
from mountains to valley, the sun stretches crimson leaves
mirrored in our eyes—mid-autumn’s colors
pine cones tumble to the ground, we gaze in a single gesture
faintly purple, twilight weaves through the pines
full moon—only a pen carries my dreams into your world
our kiss, reading the old love letters in your eyes
what must I do with this heady scent that haunts my dreams?
wild geese in the sunlight—shadows ripple across the lake
morning fog—the aroma of coffee climbs the stairs
beneath his coffee cup, a hidden love note unopened
autumn, dreams unfurl like colorful leaves
