Nature

Clouds abound

A face formed in the sky
Above a season of stillness
Even the trees wept
With hollow cries
From decrepit leaves
Only the solstice
Could breathe fresh life
Into the eyes of the sky

Falling in the night

I saw a beam of sun wink at me
Before it crashed full force
Into the petal of a flower
Bursting with deep blue veins
And with this solar warmth
Exudes a fragrance
So sweet
We became intoxicated
And threw around heavy words
And forgot to guard the walls we had built
And so they fell
As we fell with the sunshine
And became drunk with love deep into the night

In the royal garden

I hear a rhapsody,
of god’s voice
in the hum
of the afternoon cicada

I see the reflection
of a vast sky
and a vaster god
in the lotus pond

A house in the forest

A house
bathed in green
taken under
by a forest
full of ire.
A house bathed green
left to the devices
of wood nymphs,
falling piece by piece
to the hungry jungle floor.