Thursday, September 27, 2012


crow caws thinks leaving
passing day move on
flight feathers new journey

september 27, 2012


This tea so fragrant
So green like shadows
Of reluctant sunrises

This fragrance stirs
Dried leaves inside; sparks,
Soon feathers will aflame

September 27, 2012

Monday, September 24, 2012


Glancing out the window at
The earliest shades of Autumn.
Leaves contemplating departure

From graying gnarled branches; a
Gradual decent to mist dampened soil.
A red tailed hawk swoops low; tilts,
A flash of sienna in its spread tail.

The hamster pauses then freezes;
still motionless tribble-like, as
I fill another Yixing cup with Oolong.

September 24, 2012