Twilight River [Haiku]

at twilight,
the glassy river
pretends stillness.

Wee Hours [Free Verse]

In the wee hours,
The city becomes a blur
Of color and motion,
But the moon
Is the moon
Is the moon.

Hills of Tranquility [Free Verse]

Stony hills
Blanketed in green;
Softened -
Yet still hard.
Silent -
Yet riotous
As wind buffets
My face when I
Speed past.

Dragonhead [Tanka]

dragonhead
rises up out of a cloud,
over the city.
how many see the cloud,
but not the dragon?

Ripple Chaos [Haiku]

raindrops ripple paddy water; 
wavelets wrap into grain stalks.

Cascade [Haiku]

after the rains,
water cascades in ways
never seen before.

Cloud Avalanche [Haiku]

clouds fill the valley:
a gauzy avalanche
in slow motion.

Sun Tinged [Haiku]

mountain snow:
tinged orange
by sunrise.

“Thou Strainest Through the Mountain Fern” (A Fragment) by William Wordsworth [w/ Audio]

Thou strainest through the mountain fern,
A most exiguously thin
Burn.
For all thy foam, for all thy din,
Thee shall the pallid lake inurn,
With well-a-day for Mr. Swin-
Burne!
Take then this quarto in thy fin
And, O thou stoker huge and stern,
The whole affair, outside and in,
Burn!
But save the true poetic kin,
The works of Mr. Robert Burn'
And William Wordsworth upon Tin-
Tern!

“Upon the Road of My Life” by Stephen Crane [w/ Audio]

Upon the road of my life,
Passed me many fair creatures,
Clothed all in white, and radiant.
To one, finally, I made speech:
“Who art thou?”
But she, like the others,
Kept cowled her face,
And answered in haste, anxiously,
“I am good deed, forsooth;
You have often seen me.”
“Not uncowled,” I made reply.
And with rash and strong hand,
Though she resisted,
I drew away the veil
And gazed at the features of vanity.
She, shamefaced, went on;
And after I had mused a time,
I said of myself,
“Fool!”