Welcoming the May

 Sun peeks slowly

Through the mist covered landscape
And then breaks lightly.

 

 Fosythia lasts
Longer than before--
A mountain of gold.

 

Dancing round the pole
Two neighboring young fairies
Welcoming the May.

 

 

 

Rooster crows lightly;
Woodpecker taps its drum beat;
Happy stream burbles.

On this peaceful day--
Cirrus and Nimbus above;
Soft shadows below.

Around the old tree
Vibrant new green plants embrace,
Showing their respect..

Softness descending,
As the clouds mute the sunshine.
The woods are singing.

Rustling in the woods--
Is it a bear, a raccoon
Or a falling branch?

Only the Sun Knows

Just another day;

Always walking the same walk,

(Knowing it's different.)

Bushy lilac tree

Seems on the edge of blooming;

Still, no lavender.

Lone dandelion

Shining among the brown leaves

Brings the sun to earth.

 

Where do shadows end?

And where does substance begin?

Only the sun knows.

Two crows arguing,

Slicing the heavens thinly

Don't receive a piece.

Three rotten tree trunks--

Congregation of the dead,

Meet and decompose.

It has disappeared--

The field of dandelions.

(Was it just a dream?)

 

Shedding bright sunlight

Roadside stream flows quietly.

Wind builds in the woods.

Winking at the Road

Silent wind chime sways

Next to my bedroom window.

It has lost its tongue. 

Rhododendron drops
Its shadow on my front porch;
Temporary stain.

Shadow up a tree--

Silent bird flutters upward

Neither heard nor seen.

New sign in the road
Marking a biking contest,
That's already passed.

A friend stop to talk

For only two brief minutes;

Then my step lightens.

Shadows on the road;
Whispering wind in the woods;
Soft clouds in the sky.

Scattered on the earth--

Yellow spots on barren ground:

Dandelions grow!

Hiding in a bush,
Errant Christmas ornament
Winking at the road.

With great amazement

The man in the tree looks out 

While closing one eye.

Drops in the Sunlight

 

 

 

 

Sunlight on water--
Drops light up forsythia;
Mist enveloping the field

 

Shadows through the trees;
Sun makes phantoms in the mist.
Happy first of May!

 

Where are they rushing,
Inexorable swift streams
Racing past my house?

 

 

 

 

  

 

Streams become rivers;
Empty lawn becomes a lake.
Those April showers.

Drops in the sunlight
Hang suspended and shining;
Each one a clear globe.

 

 

The old dry stream bed

No longer dry, holds rushing
Swift, frantic water.

Mourning dove's blessing
On the freshly baptized earth
Wakens the mountain.

Small roadside river
Flows swiftly down the mountain
Singing urgently.

 

 

No blood from this rock,
Just a few green growing plants
Hosted by hardness.

 

 

 

A bundle of kids
Laying out on the warm lawn--
Like happy laundry.