Tuesday, December 14, 2010

When you contemplate the forests
At dawn you can smell
The Ferns Blossom
Ground fog obscures a woodland view, and spray paints spider webs full of misty glistening dew.
Meanwhile Old Growth Roots lick up a forest soup of murkiness.
This morning a forest will take in its glistening foggy due.
Till sunbeams arrive and hose down morning moisture till its dry n true.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

I sit alone
Millions of thoughts pursue me
On a mountain pass
Burnt mud caked to my boots
flicked off with a burnt stick

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

A untitled Tanka:
Natures Candles glimmer
Autumn's lightning blooming
Petal plumage droops n flickers
Leaves wither in white dew
Foliage raindrops in free fall