
sunlit garden
to distant mountains —
every shade of green.

sunlit garden
to distant mountains —
every shade of green.






a shade of orange
that doesn’t exist in nature…
yet - there it is!

The train is speeding down the line.
Gold Buddha glints in the sunshine.
Jarring is the train whistle’s whine,
we plunge into a dark tunnel.

So many hills I have seen
That grow so soft and thick and green.
Though jagged rocks sit down below
The grass and shrubs and weeds that grow
Through cracks and gaps, in mud patches --
Sprawling wide from tight-knit batches
That stone cannot constrain or kill.



