Plum Garden

For Boris and Miona They find a garden lush with plum-air scentsAs spring sun filters through the dew-dust leavesAnd subtle sighs arise while fruit ferments,For Eden enters Earth when minds conceive. Within the garden deep an oak tree grows,Preserving plum and fruit from sudden squallsWith roots that …

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A Country Road

The moon has shadowed me, like stillborn airAlong a country road, adrift in threads,Behind a worn out wheel, the pedals bare,As time leaves nothing here but cast off dead. I share these words with clouds in wind-washed treads,Where rock-strewn shores in riddled dreams belieAnd time has …

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Western Clouds

The sun goes up and soars on to the endFor me to chase somewhere beyond, alone;Today I’m here to rest and meet a friend,By dawn I’m off to seek a shore unknown. It’s been near fifteen years without a restAnd now it seems the noise and …

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Crow within the Yellow Leaves

Successive years of falling leaves, as gold-Enameled flowers flitter out, aroundThe garden nook, with simple stories toldTo fragrant crowds at play on dampened ground. This time we sipped a cup of coffee coldAnd spoke of speckled, thinning hair once brown;A crow called out, as if a …

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​Springtime in Central Park

In Central Park the cherries begin to bloomOn a sun-drenched day when birds have left their notesFor us, intruders inside their sanctuary moats,Unseen but heard in the shadows where the branches loom. I walk a narrow path that’s filled with wood chips,Fine grass and leaves enveloping …

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