So soft,
the touch of a leaf on grass
as we walk -
the warmth of your hand in mine,
this brisk October morning.

Caught in the wind,
the dawn mist rises in swirls
drifting up hillsides -
revealing autumn's bright hues
before they too are swept away.

In a still moment
between the breath's rise and fall
such vast emptiness -
one brown leaf flutters in the breeze
marking the season's turning.

Still mist
above the quiet river
this June dawn -
only my heart is restless
awaiting your return.

In a stand of pines
bent by the weight of snow,
this silent dawn -
sole trace of fleeing deer;
white whirling from the branches.

Too soon for sunrise
where the moon remains hidden;
enveloped in mist -
all that remains of the night,
the flickering candle flame.

Dandelion puffs
windborne and floating skyward,
Lost among the clouds-
so many wishes and dreams
vanished from these open palms.

A shroud of fog
loosened by the dawn breeze
it drops away -
like my lover's gray silk robe
and reveals the pale white moon

Morning's first light,
translucent as it spreads
sketched on clinging leaves -
autumn becoming winter
as shadows stretch into day.


Though we have not met,
as the moon crosses the sky
your voice lingers -
in dewdrops on the lotus
gathered in the long dark night.


Who will ever know
where her heart now lingers,
as time goes by -
the moon waxes to fullness
in the same sky we once shared.


In the human realm,
where is this place called home?
Among the pines -
that spot where my head will rest
as the sun sets on distant slopes.


Where has the moon gone
so full with radiant light?
It must have burst in pieces -
all these white flakes fill the sky
floating, swirling everywhere.

As day fades to night,
just on the horizon's edge
the pale moon rising-
lifts away the weight
of the day's endless pressure.

Silence remains,
where the cricket once called
in the moonlight -
only the scarecrow's shadow
spreads across this empty field