pulp flute
for dandelion craze
on Furness toads

June harvest
for centipedes noon
on pink crumbs

fallen leaves
for young snow
on coffee rain

auburn blaze
for acorns bleat
on rodeo thyme

The mountain is hard to climb, river shifted,
I have no trickle or mote of strength.
I see that now the window's bright again.
Besides the road, cloudy mist feed into blossom,
Each petal further adding one more to spring.
My sigh mourn in snow dust,
Yearning, my writing continue to spread.

harvest song
for early pebbles
on talons of bloom

See the colours
Vibrant hues
Look into the mirror, it's you
Paintings on the wall
How far did you fall
Before you realized you were changing
And not just rearranging
Welcome back to you
Dancing bright and true
Unhaunted, undaunted
Clear and breaking through
With the spring I've sprung anew
So much I wish I could undo
Somehow I'll let it go
A set of seasons done and gone
And now I'm moving on

early rambles
cling on snow lagoons
for hippos daze

canary tomato
I root out frost willows
for hyacinth peat