
planted bulbs sprouting
waiting for next garlic crop
with eight dried blossoms

rusty old farmhand
with cataracts and flat feet
bakes in the hot sun

bark thin as paper
like the shed skin of a snake
blown about by wind
leaning over bridge
peering into open space
between reflections

so close yet so far
almost there, almost touching
black and white stalemate

rusty hull of ship
with a lonely forlorn face
etched deep in metal

fountain filled with leaves
autumn and winter debris
time to clean bird bath

a welcoming spring
sprays of green buds and yellow
forsythia blooming

winter comes to end
ume blossoms sign of spring
trees are bare by may

yu wu cloud and mist
from foggy mountain gardens
green tea in red cup

springtime will return
decay eats, wind sweeps away
leaves, dreams sprout again

in pottery bowl
bamboo whisks boiling water
and fine sencha tea

on path well-traveled
twigs and leaves blown by the wind
pressed well under foot

no longer useful
metal objects patina
weathered art/ifacts

water in cat’s bowl
air bubbles trapped in the ice
make for abstract art
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and the only sounds
the cat’s unhappy hissing
and breaking of bowl

soleri bell rings
rung in solidarity
a prayer offering

a red tulip floats
on a murky sky of blue
into green embrace

with droplets of rain
fallen leaf makes a canvas
the wind blows away

red winter rose blooms
summer roses potpourri
pink, yellow, white

saturday market
will reopen mid-april
only two more months

i long to hear/i long to feel
the flow and ebb of the tide
wet sand between my toes

at outdoor market
hippies and millennials
still sell tie-dyes

many times paths cross
a missed opportunity
to make connection

bowl of wishing stones
please do take one for yourself
so your wish comes true

even in old age
beauty in your bones and lines
and your weathered skin

a meditation
rain drip-dropping into pon
concentric circles

spider works through night
pearls of dewdrops glisten
with the morning light

half-cord firewood
fir, alder, ash, maple, and oak
two seniors stacking

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an infinite fog
shadow trees and shapeless void
following the light
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to say i love you
love is more than a feeling
love is commitment
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door is off hinges
spouse is painting it purple
my birthday present!
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