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Buck Moon

walking along my shadow beside me watching the moon- Sodo Yamaguchi (1642-1716) Dusk falls as I’m dreaming, walkingthrough my wild verdurous garden alongan unkempt path where lavender grows free, myfeet releasing its heavenly scent while my shadowambles along the leaf strewn ground besidethe grey… Continue Reading “Buck Moon”

Safest Haven

With every gust of windbutterfly changes itsplace on the willow. -Matsuo Bashō (1644 – 1694) Lightning brightens a fiery crimson sky withrolling black thunder shaking everyleafy tree with fury as a wayward gustblows tinder dried leaves in a swirl ofdusty biting air as a rampant… Continue Reading “Safest Haven”

We, The Dreamers

Let the flyleaf of April reflect without another backward glance masala mysteries hidden in every ardent word written Traversing obscure burly wood bridgesunder clear lapis lazuli skies while We, the dreamers romance the restless wordswith hot pink beauty or dark orchid grief Our hearts emblazoned on parchmentour souls… Continue Reading “We, The Dreamers”

Farewell to Spring

A creamy moon rises in a periwinkle skyBidding a fond farewell to mulberry springWhile diamond flecked stars shoot from the skyFlying foxes and night hawks take swift wing Bidding a fond farewell to mulberry springAs summer warmth threatens a chilly breezeFlying foxes and night… Continue Reading “Farewell to Spring”

#Haiku: Love-In-A-Mist

white love-in-a-mist delicate snowflake in spring-alien flower Author’s Note: I have never seen this flower blooming in my wildflowers before! Written for Day 28 of National Poetry Writing Month.

Ambedo

I awaken to graphite skies and raintrickling down foggy window panesdripping from lacy yellow green leavesof the weeping mesquite tree Caught in this state of ambedo~ The beauty of solitude is profoundlife’s eggshell fragile mystery aboundswhen trying to grasp the tangiblenessAll that you find… Continue Reading “Ambedo”

This Precious Moment

Today, it’s as if fall has returned to the desert. Morning dawns overcast and grey with a rouge glow in the east awaiting the rising sun. My garden is thriving; the swirling air is fragrant with roses, herbs, and citrus tree blooms.Vibrant wildflowers stand… Continue Reading “This Precious Moment”

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