
one pink-laden tree
stands amid a wall
of spring greenery.

one pink-laden tree
stands amid a wall
of spring greenery.

naked branches
of the frangipani
bud with blossoms.

from still water
juts deadwood on which herons
perch with their shadows.

leaves have dropped;
reflected sun viewed twixt
bristled seedpod clusters.

the turning leaves
catch the morning sunlight
to show depths of red.

ducks drift lazily
on water that sparkles
with winter sunlight.

ripples radiate
from unseen sources
on the calm lake.

a tree’s last blossom
seems to wait til no one
is looking to drop.
what a thing it must be
to see a holdout yield.

a daytime half moon,
feeble compared to at night,
yet I stop to look.