blind wisteria
gropes around the stockade fence
in its reach for sun

dew boiled by sunrise
the warm scent of earth rises
into my nostrils

Cheshire smile recalls
a near embrace with Venus
lunar abandon

transitions


gnarled drooping oak limb
softly the gray mist gathers
to enshroud you

bold bright birch
limbs outstretched against the night
lifts up the darkness

on the off chance that
the tree frogs are calling me
I warm up my scales

dared to burst forth
I race raindrops to welcome
the first peony

from one sustained gust
I walk a petal-strewn path
your life torn from me

night blind fingers
mistakenly pinch off
wisteria buds

breezy hammock night
a rosy cloud blooms
petal by petal

so sudden this sky
a tease of bright ribbons
subdued into blue

is it the sky's
unceasing motion
that brings its peace?

just after the rain
cutting back wysteria
me, the drenched fool

now
is always the best time
to weed

perseverating green
wandering wysteria
when did your petals fall?

so clear the stars
after the rain has ceased
I inhale the night

this slant of light
awakens the grass
I feel new green



the ripe moon hangs low
pulling down the sky

and come the sunrise
the freshly fallen petals
had vanished

beneath the canopy
of a thickening wood
innocence wanders

between the bird calls
within the stillness
I wonder

even the magnolia's
mounds of fleshy blooms
must fall

upon a grey fence
amidst a leafless lilac
the cardinal blooms

immature cherry
sparse in its blossoms
just like you