DAILY PHOTO: Bamboo Bridge, Pai

Post-Harvest Haze [Haiku]

hazy valley:
after the harvest,
the fields are burnt.

DAILY PHOTO: Blue Boats, Near & Far; Phewa Lake

Winter Sky Fire [Haiku]

the sky is afire,
and, yet, i can see my breath
 on chill winter air.

DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Devaramane Betta

Sunrise Fisherman [Haiku]

sunrise orange
sparkles on the lake;
lone fisher casts nets

DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Shakadang Trail

DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Taroko Gorge

Tunnel of Nine Turns
On the Shakadang Trail with the morning sun
The freakishly turquoise waters of Taroko Gorge
Shakadang Bridge

Happy Hour [Lyric Poem]

The valley stretches in such a way
 that it gets sun but one hour a day.
That Happy Hour when the sun aligns
 upon dewy grass and deep green pines.
The local villagers, they all know
 when they should come and when they should go.
But that Happy Hour is not for either.
 It's to face the sun and take a breather.

A Close & Colorless Sea [Free Verse]

The ocean vast
 closes in.

Clouds drop.

If the horizon still exists,
 it's behind an approaching
  wall of gray.

Whatever is closing down
 the world has also
  drained it of color.

The shadows are black.
 The sea foam is white.

Everything else is
 some dim, earthy tone.

The sea may have retained
 a hint of green or blue,
  but it's hard to tell --
  so darkened &
  gray-infused
  are the waters.

I fear the world may shrink
 to a dot, like an old timey TV
  snapped off, a dot that's
  bright white but cold.