
at water’s edge,
snakes wrestle: writhing, twining,
but slipping the pin.

at water’s edge,
snakes wrestle: writhing, twining,
but slipping the pin.

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

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

naked branches
of the frangipani
bud with blossoms.

from still water
juts deadwood on which herons
perch with their shadows.

leaves have dropped;
reflected sun viewed twixt
bristled seedpod clusters.

the turning leaves
catch the morning sunlight
to show depths of red.

ducks drift lazily
on water that sparkles
with winter sunlight.