Bees nudged the flowers
Babies peeped out of the nest
One fine crisp morning.
Delightful display
Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
To the sun's glory.
Lambs gambol in fields
Frisky with the joys of life
Bleating happily.
Parks and gardens burst
With sounds and vibrant colours
Perfect harmony.
Beaches become full
Of families having fun
In sand and big waves.
Frosty webs sparkle
In the early morning sun
Brightly bejeweled.
First few flakes of snow
Dust gardens like icing on
A chocolate cake.
Spring is in the air
Flowers are blooming sky
high
Children are laughing
Butterflies in trees,
brilliant sunsets, starry eves.
Time for ice cream, please!
The apparition of these faces in the
crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
The light of a candle
is transferred to another candle—
spring twilight.
The earth shakes
just enough
to remind us.
The bottoms of my shoes
are clean
From walking in the rain
The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.
Like the sun rises
Each morning and sets each night,
Family love is
I feel it tugging
Hanging on – It must be huge!
Bluegill, smiles, grandpa
Trees wear floral wreaths
and birds sing the welcoming
melody of spring.
A family love
makes the world sing out with joy.
Nature’s harmony.
I ride down the stream
Between the earth and the sun
On the moon’s shadow.
Within the shadow
I am weaving the pattern
Of a spider web.
An ancient pond!
With a sound from the water
Of the frog as it plunges in
Over the wintry
Forest, winds howl in rage
With no leaves to blow.
love between us is
speech and breath. loving you is
a long river running
My homework is late
Dog ate it before breakfast
Very helpful dog
Where are my clean socks?
These smell worse than rotten fish
Time to do laundry
Snow is falling now
I am snug in my warm bed
Snow days are the best
Time to rake the leaves
And pick the biggest pumpkin
Carve him a mean face
Tonight I'm a bee
Buzzing and darting about
Preparing to sting
One ant following
another, trusting we all
are going somewhere.
Stretched between two poles,
clothesline outside my window,
a robin’s rest stop.
No one and nothing
touches me but this blue wind
with cool caresses.
a camera’s flash
long after the eyes close
in old photographs
Coming home from work,
Still he hears the phone
Ringing in the office.
Temple bells die out
The fragrant blossoms remain
A perfect evening.
The clock
chimes, chimes and stops,
but the river . . .
The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-coloured rose-leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.

Under the image of Buddha

All these spring flowers
Seem somewhat tiresome.

watusi like trees

holding the day like green um/
brella catching rain.

Whitecaps on the bay:

A broken signboard banging
In the April wind.