|
an owl’s screech
claims the chilly night
wind in the reeds
~ |
the pumpkin—
queen in the garden
corner
~ |
autumn's close
the crunch underfoot
of discarded condom wrappers
~ |
morning air
crisp and thin
sliced apple
~ |
first storm
pair of crows curve
their wings
~ |
autumn evening
a frog chorus
breaks open the night
~ |
autumn wind—
I have a sudden urge
to buy school supplies
~ |
washing day
folding golden sunshine
into my sheets
~ |
tree after tree
image of devout surrender
falling leaves
~ |
call of geese
over my parents' house
—the past, out
of reach
~ |
woodpecker at work
carpenter makes crib
for baby in wife's womb
~ |
autumn wind in the reeds
clapping waves
on the shore
~ |
first autumn storm
pounding the house
I ponder Yeats
~ |
Muddy corn field,
They planting paddy saplings,
Autumn is coming.
~ |
raking leaves…
omitting check marks
in the checklist
~ |
autumn dusk
I return with floating
shadows
~ |
crescent moon
I trace the outline
of his scar
~ |
chilly night
houses huddle
down in the valley
~ |
woodpecker at work
carpenter makes crib
for baby in wife's womb
~ |
rice sparrows
the field springs to
new life
~ |
autumn wind
haunting the chimney—
soot fall
~ |
autumn dusk
not knowing
how to say goodbye
~ |
|
chilly night
zipped up as we walk
to Vespers
~ |
remaining heat
anger on
her beautiful face
~ |
|
plaintive call of the loon
through the mist
long night
~ |
remembering dad—
this time of year his pockets
were full of hazel nuts
~ |
long night
newly weds plant
more stars
~ |
persimmon jelly
on sourdough toast
oh my puckered lips
~ |
|
Rain drops falling,
Sunrays peep through mackerel clouds
Rainbow in the sky.
~ |
autumn winds follow
a path to the stars
night of dreams
~ |
monarch butterfly
gymnast glides
with ring
~ |
peeling away
layers of memories--
autumn loneliness
~ |
|
her hands move
between teaglass and pot
leaf month
~ |
willow leaves fall
a whisper of your voice
in this bright space
~ |
children in
hunting for red leaves…
restless joy
~ |
such tall oak—
unintentionally
I crushed an acorn
~ |
|
autumn's voice
in the golden afternoon
—the
empty swing set
~ |
after the rain
a troop of mushrooms
surround the tree
~ |
|
under the trellis—
first touch of pink
on green grapes
~ |
fallen leaves
searching through the litter
for my ring
~ |
|
drifting
on a thread of cloud
full moon
~ |
scarecrow’s sleeves…
hidden crickets creak
out of them
~ |
|
I end
that fight between my kids ...
remaining heat
~ |
Hwaet!
disembodied ghost
or day-time moon?
~ |
catching dragonflies
the net full
of your freshly washed hair
~ |
They are making idols,
Always worship in autumn
Devi Durga coming home.
~ |
|
apple harvest
recalling the colour
of his eyes
~ |
rock concert
a soul jumps out of its body
remaining heat
~ |
OH to be brave traveler
To walk on sunshine in autumn sky,
On a white-cloud-board.
~ |
born out of night's womb
the moon casting down beams
over the reaped fields
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