A walk on a rainy day in my overgrown gardenI find a busy street in JapanFilled withBright-colored parasolsOpen and raised toward the sky,Protecting the ladies' high-combed hair,Powdered perfect skinEmerald green kimonosFrom sun and wind.Zinnias-A song of color and shapes. 

In the dry    fence lines,Tangled in old barbed wire,Strung between wooden posts,Cut and set decades agoBy a rancher's roughened hands,I see the summer's growth Drying flower heads, Drying brown seedsIn wind and heatAmongst it all A Valentine Gray against Sallowing Green.

Above the lakeI sit to watch the wind play with the water.My chair a rock, A great gray giant rockA rock that seems to be poised there waitingWaiting, waiting, waiting...Flat on top, smooth, heavyJust a shore rock waiting for a giant child With his giant father,To come along on a summer afternoonTo chose it -- this rockTo... Continue Reading →