
the moon is hazy;
whether it’s the clouds or
my mind, I can’t say.

the moon is hazy;
whether it’s the clouds or
my mind, I can’t say.

a heron stands
with perfect stillness,
in frigid water.

the koi cluster
at one end of the pond:
anticipating mana.

cymbals crash &
horns blow, a dragon weaves up-street:
winter festivities!
How are you creative?
By nudging letters into words, words into lines, and then dancing the mess into something that sings. By trying to tune into the Great Spontaneous.

frangipani
have dropped leaves & blossoms,
& stand gnarled & nude.

a barren tree
stands in the temple yard:
winter’s guardian.

waves jet upward
with unpredictable rhythm:
glance away, miss it.

hibiscus flowers
show their bright colors
on a winter day.

cool winter day:
clouds form thickly over
the hot springs.