a young skink's
vibrant cobalt blue tail
says, "Not the Face!"
Not the Face! [Senryū]
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the rice fields
are at their most verdant;
scent of rain.

i follow the light
out of the woods and into
a yellow glade.

paper lanterns
in the Daoist temple
turn my mind to Fall.

one pink-laden tree
stands amid a wall
of spring greenery.

the turning leaves
catch the morning sunlight
to show depths of red.
When early morning sunlight warms
The vibrant lakeside greenery,
All of those cave-like lakeside trails
turn psychedelic scenery.
The leaves become so translucent
Butterfly and bee silhouettes
Stretch out at distorted angles --
Beasts beyond being caught with nets.
Despite being sober and fresh
The mind reels or seeks to reset.

late afternoon sun
catches yellow bloom clusters:
the day’s last hurrah.