Along the stone-tipped buildings, glass reflectsThe water ripples flowing near, where home’sA memory uncorked and lost, complexAs photos seen in every road one roams.Now winter’s worn the road some fifteen years,The covered clouds are broken by the sunAnd wind-whipped rain blows on till pathways clearWith …
Read MorePlum Garden
For Boris and Miona They find a garden lush with plum-air scents As spring sun filters through the dew-dust leaves And subtle sighs arise while fruit ferments, For Eden enters Earth when minds conceive. Within the garden deep an oak tree grows, Preserving plum and …
Read MoreVenice, California
I sit and watch the waters flowing by Before the flower gardens seen by all: A place like this you’re free to loosen ties And break the empty shell of sudden squalls. Back home the path unwinds a thousand links Of men and women full …
Read MoreA Country Road
The moon has shadowed me, like stillborn air Along 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 …
Read MoreWestern Clouds
The sun goes up and soars on to the end For 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 rest And now …
Read MoreCrow within the Yellow Leaves
Successive years of falling leaves, as gold- Enameled flowers flitter out, around The garden nook, with simple stories told To fragrant crowds at play on dampened ground. This time we sipped a cup of coffee cold And spoke of speckled, thinning hair once brown; A …
Read MoreCity Splendor
Living in the splendor of this city,With all the wealth on short display;Spring is blooming now, but some will pitySummer’s heat and winter’s gray. Leaves will fade in time to yellow from green,Dried up too soon, and blown away,Until the Arctic chill comes down unseenIn a …
Read MoreIsland in the Sea
There was an island, somewhere in the sea, He sailed for miles away from any land, Alone and guided by the stars he’d see To distant shores on narrow strands of sand. On setting foot, he looked at far-off peaks, Arising past a thousand ancient …
Read MoreSpringtime in Central Park
In Central Park the cherries start to bloom This sun-drenched day when birds have left their notes For us, intruders in their sanctuary moats, Unseen but heard where shaded branches loom. I walk a path that’s filled with cut-wood chips, Fine grass and leaves enveloping …
Read MoreSweet
Nothing is so dear, a noble warrior said,Than glory bought by armor pierced in bloodAmid the cries of those who’ve fallen in mud—For what is life if honor’s been left for dead? Emaciated, poor, or stuck without life’s luck,It’s to the bold and daring that the …
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