Oh, cheerful face!
How dare you be so defiant
as to smile on a cloudy day,
and that you dreamed of more,
is a preposterous venture!
But, what was that?
You’ve bloomed,
here,
mid-December,
and proved us all wrong!
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
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.





