Dueling Colorful [Haiku]

Butterfly shows off
its luminous blue wings
 to hot pink flowers.

Sneaky Sun [Free Verse]

A small arc of sun
stands above the trees

Like the tufts of hair
that give away the
hiding boy who can’t
judge hairdo height.

The next time I turn around,
I see Sun -- fully out and
stalking up behind me,
   looming larger.

DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Zuocang Trail

World Tree [Haiku]

white silk-cotton tree,
sinuously sprawling —-
chaining earth to sky.

Bamboo Thicket [Haiku]

a copse of bamboo
shades the mossy creek rocks,
 deepening their green.

“I never saw a moor” (1052) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

I never saw a moor;
I never saw the sea,
 Yet know I how the heather looks
  And what a billow be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven.
 Yet certain am I of the spot
 As if the checks were given. 

Happy Hour [Lyric Poem]

The valley stretches in such a way
 that it gets sun but one hour a day.
That Happy Hour when the sun aligns
 upon dewy grass and deep green pines.
The local villagers, they all know
 when they should come and when they should go.
But that Happy Hour is not for either.
 It's to face the sun and take a breather.

Pollinator [Haiku]

the bee wallows 
in pollen like a drunk
sprawls on a bar’s floor.

A Close & Colorless Sea [Free Verse]

The ocean vast
 closes in.

Clouds drop.

If the horizon still exists,
 it's behind an approaching
  wall of gray.

Whatever is closing down
 the world has also
  drained it of color.

The shadows are black.
 The sea foam is white.

Everything else is
 some dim, earthy tone.

The sea may have retained
 a hint of green or blue,
  but it's hard to tell --
  so darkened &
  gray-infused
  are the waters.

I fear the world may shrink
 to a dot, like an old timey TV
  snapped off, a dot that's
  bright white but cold.  

Winter Clouds [Haiku]

winter clouds:
will they / won't they rain? or snow?
 or just menace?