Ruins in the Tall Grass [Free Verse]

Nature dresses up the detritus 
of our fallen civilizations.

After all but the most resolute
stonework has crumbled,

cool faces of stone
having sloughed off to
leave rugged, pitted rock,

all that stands testament 
to life is the tall grass
that sways in the wind.

Labyrinthine Lake [Haibun]

Patches of grassy land stand above the water. They lop up the lake into a labyrinth of passageways. Even in a shallow draft canoe, one can often see past the phumdi grass, but still one must know the tiny isles or be trapped among them.

a narrow boat
silently glides between
floating islands