
the fruit ripens
in the temple garden;
a kumquat drops.

the fruit ripens
in the temple garden;
a kumquat drops.

the early blooms
are wilted; they’ll be gone when
the tight buds open.

a bloom falls to earth;
lit up by the morning sun,
it glows… for a time.

rain-laden blossom
falls… lands with a sound,
in the mud.

the cannonball tree:
blooms bright & intricate,
but never delicate.

a bonsai tree:
gnarled & twisted,
yet so strong.