LIP GLOSS
Perfectly balanced –
clinging translucent raindrops
upon Sakura curved lips.
katauta
LIP GLOSS
Perfectly balanced –
clinging translucent raindrops
upon Sakura curved lips.
katauta
remember that…
whether ionized atoms
or subatomic neutrons –
we’re cosmic dust in the wind
WOK
Withering white rice
splashes down dipping into
Osaka’s silver cauldron.
katauta
voices carry
coasting blue-black universe
great vociferous blackbird
emits consistent timbre
DIRECT FORTHRIGHT
Slow and steady –
seasons change
once more
Spring’s worm turns;
twisting and churning,
eroding fragrant soil,
loosening frozen detritus
in her enthusiastic wake.
O’ Happy Day, Happy Day
for if it is indeed Spring
she endows us with golden smiles,
aroused from Winter’s sleep.
free verse poem
FORTHCOMING
spring bee
visits
golden-white maidens
haiku
coexistence
strewn galactic mandala –
settled perfect harmony
with psychedelic ruby
TEA GARDEN
Sakura leaves
spirals downward
joining in evening tea
haiku