a gust of spring wind
last winter’s leaves fly up, up
revealing Buddha.
published in Buddhist Poetry Review
Half Hidden
Half hidden, half moon.
Paying attention to mind
playing hide and seek
published in the Buddhist Poetry Review
gust of wind
gust of wind
winter leaves scatter
revealing a buddha
snow storm
snow storm
the picture show
playing for no one
watching the snow fall
watching the snow fall
a faint lullaby
from the other room
spring gone.
kite leaning
against my window
falling snow
early morning breast feeding
With his tongue out
the little boy
catching snowflakes
in the rumble
in the rumble
of thunder
falling snow
winter night
winter night
two trains pass
falling in love
dark winter sea
dark winter sea
the lonely ringing
of a buoy
from her silence
from her silence
one perfect lotus
With his tongue
With his tongue out
the little boy
catching snowflakes
first snowfall
first snowfall
two cups of tea
on a bedside table
gust of wind
Gust of wind.
The snow’s silence broken
by the hermit’s wind bells.
the puppy barks
the puppy barks
at the puppet
half out of the box
the old man shovels snow
the old man
shoveling snow
black bird on a wire
fresh snow
fresh snow
making snow angels
my 46th birthday
trying to quit smoking
trying to quit smoking
i give away
my second pack today
traveling through falling snow
traveling through falling snow,
the same snow making her cheeks wet,
what rapture
full moon
the full moon
caught in the
child’s eyes
fresh flowers
flowers on the altar
a small boy touches
the buddha
incense smoke rises
autumn morning
first autumn morning
woodsmoke
above the temple
she’s coming home
she’s coming home-
how slow the moon moves
across the sky
a man & a woman
a man & woman
at a stoplight
future lovers
snow falls
snow falls
all night long
I walk
I dreamt
I dreamt I was an ax,
in the buddha’s hand,
glint of moonlight
the old prostitute
the old prostitute
filled with remorse
at my front door
higher!
higher! higher!
higher! higher!
– little kite
tonight’s moon
tonight’s moon
showing off
two lover casting shadow
scent of rain
the scent of rain
through my open window
tea kettle whistling
in praise of small things 