Journey by moonlight
As it spills through the highway
So many boulders
Yet,
The river finds it’s way.
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Category: Poem
The blues
Blue balloons
Drift to hide,
Covered up in
A blue sky,
Shimmering,
Burning under glaze,
Brush strokes
On a vase.
Cloud Type
Over a sunken canoe
pass cumulus clouds
Hastening winds
chase their shadows
up the hills
So many meanings
in and out of sunlight
A pair of swallows
tear up
the sky
Still
A fallen leaf-
Unmoving
Around it
The water ripples.
A blemish on the mirror
But the river isn’t moving
A fire on it’s bank
Now in the water
The smell of burning leaves.
Farm sights
A frog leaps into his pond
Now long gone,
Firefly on my fingertip
In a place I did not know.
Silent night
Cold moonlight,
Solemn grasshoppers,
A dog barks
At his own echo.
Streams
Briefly a broken mirror
Then-
Submerged branch
Flying leaves and reflections
And over it flows a river.
Park sighting
Drawing themselves closer and closer
Couples, young men, old men
Each with a bench, right after the rain
A picture from my evening walk
Shadow
You’re in the water
While I’m standing on the shore
Why do I feel your voice
Taking in my air.
I’d put you in a frame
But you flicker as the light fades
Falling away, like rain.
It continues
Ripples
Follow river tides
When hills collapse.
