graveyard trees
turn crimson in the Fall, but
hold leaves stubbornly.
Graveyard Trees [Haiku]
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White in the moon the long road lies,
The moon stands blank above;
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the ceaseless way.
The world is round, so travellers tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
But ere the circle homeward hies,
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
NOTE: This poem is sometimes titled by its first line or an abbreviated form, thereof. So, it’s sometimes called: “White in the Moon the Long Road Lies.”

the last cluster
of frangipani flowers
tops a bare tree.

spring green to the right;
tawny stalk stubble on the left
a seasonless dreamworld?


sun to flowers,
“now that I have your
attention… shine!”

a barren tree
paints dancing shadows
on the sandy canyon.

some spiders scurry
when their web trembles,
but not the orbweaver.

lonely egret
wades in calm water,
awaiting lunch.

guardian lion
watches the setting sun like
it’s up to no good.