156.
Winter in white Spring,
How many men in cars
Are wondering where life went.
156.
Winter in white Spring,
How many men in cars
Are wondering where life went.
152.
There is a place within me
I cannot find,
A forest without trees.
153.
The peacock speaks to me,
Then extends a claw
Onto a talking SUV. It’s Spring.
154.
The cherry blossom does not want
Or wait for ghosts.
Every year its stories explode.
155.
A sphere in the garden of springs,
Turned into two tortoises
Uncoupled from my dreams.
149.
A finery of magpies,
We take our delight
From angles which are right.
150.
Trillion-year old trillobite,
It’s thirty years since I bought you
In some shop. Will I emerge
151.
From floods and rot
To be propped on somebody’s
Bathroom shelf, a trinket.
148.
Blossom in Spring,
The human condition
Leads me to writing.
146.
Can I stay forever here,
The blossom monk asked his tree,
But no longer.
147.
All these books
And no words to read,
A sea of inky waves.
144.
Clouds suspended,
Nothing ended,
A demise requires its authors.
145.
A house of lies
Outside my franchise residing,
Built by doubts in Spring.
143.
Dragon asleep beneath mountains,
Dormant under centuries of snow.
When will you wake, with fire aglow.
142.
Do not deny yourself the sea,
Those fields of foam,
You are as much the fish as me.
140.
Tall firs in Spring,
Don’t wait for an epitomy.
You are the very thing indeed.
141.
I am the door
That I will walk through
In hues of orange and blue.