Gray [Free Verse]

The sky is gray.
The lake is gray.
The city beyond is gray.

Once so big,
The city is now small,
And I fear fog
Might erase it.

Twilight River [Haiku]

at twilight,
the glassy river
pretends stillness.

Wee Hours [Free Verse]

In the wee hours,
The city becomes a blur
Of color and motion,
But the moon
Is the moon
Is the moon.

Hills of Tranquility [Free Verse]

Stony hills
Blanketed in green;
Softened -
Yet still hard.
Silent -
Yet riotous
As wind buffets
My face when I
Speed past.

DAILY PHOTO: Mountain Near Sóc Hà

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DAILY PHOTO: Dragon’s Jaw

Dragonhead [Tanka]

dragonhead
rises up out of a cloud,
over the city.
how many see the cloud,
but not the dragon?

Cascade [Haiku]

after the rains,
water cascades in ways
never seen before.

DAILY PHOTO: God’s Eye Mountain, Cao Bằng

DAILY PHOTO: A Tall Bridge in the Wilderness