Irony

weeping cherry trees-
a wistful gaze through windows
that never open

budding branches-
a cockatoo’s
clipped wings

Trapped

trapped by bitter cold
prison bars of leafless trees
holding me steadfast

spring snow-
steaming tea
fogs the window

Detritus

washing off the day
a trail of discarded clothes
strewn out behind her

disturbed reverie-
on my journey
an empty snake skin

Light

the long autumn sun
shining through the turning leaves
of October trees

frosted windows-
winter morning light
spreads across my floor

Storm

a lone egret stands
beneath a spreading chestnut
sheltered from the rain

thunder snow-
after images of
white lighting

Ice King

reaching for you as
just beyond my memory
you slip from my grasp

withered leaves-
parched soil runs
between my fingers

Transformation

an aging pen knife
coaxes an old fisherman
from a block of wood

midday rain-
an empty chrysalis
among the milkweed

Flower

my head on your thigh
searching for divinity
in a sunflower

crimson booms
stain the pallid
melting snow

Relentless

endlessly sifting
the detritus of the day
while sleep eludes me

an unkempt sky –
wind driven surf
pounds the shore

Fire

a guttering flame
struggling to hold the wick
before going out

roiling clouds-
searing winds blow
the grasslands ablaze