Hello, I Am a Tree
You need me,
It does matter what you think of me,
I have my roots planted in Mother Earth,
I am hugging the land by the waist with great love.
Water is my life’s blood,
It seems the sun screams to embrace my trunk,
helping me sprout straight, and grow in strength,
I dress the grounds in layers of loving long hair.
I climb the mountains flirting with the light.
I keep Earth’s soil in its place,
and mark the land in elegance and grace,
Hello,
I am a tree.

A Butterfly
Like an open Asian fan
it resonates with beauty.
Spreading delicate wings
in grace and elegance,
a rainbow: fluttering, flickering,
floating in a dance.
It is spring.
a source of gentility,
silently applauding nature,
gliding from flower to flower
spreading creations in bouquets.
Festival of colors,
a gardens delight,
colorful, flamboyant, floating flower.

A Walk into The Woods
knots, snarls, dings, dents, frowning elbows, smiling knees.
Grains aged, pickled scent, Spring’s sap,
flowers, fruits colored canopies, vines.
Think of how wood came to be and thank nature for a tree.

Dragonflies
Elegant ladies grace a pond
prim, proper standing upright on water.
Long-legged ladies poised to snack on insects.
Soon they will drop their guard,
hovering.

Infinity
Rocked by the moon’s rhythm.
earth is a cradle.
sets the sea’s swaying.
Waves swell savage seas surge.
Moon Sun push pull
The only predictable thing on earth
is the ocean’s ebb flow?
until the end of time.

A Ginkgo Tree
Soft green fluttering leaves
Adorns a tree in a canopy of Asian fans
Branches bow like Geisha girls in a garden
Twiggs bend berries sway
In the Sun’s soft rays
Attractive alluring golden berries splatter on the ground
Like a summer’s sun shower

Surprise
An awakening…
Infinity
Twilight is the inner ear.
Step into it.
Lose your equilibrium,
in darkness forever,
where the beginnings begin.
There is no end, in an ebony abyss,
between nothingness, and nowhere,
between fear, and the unknown,
between the epiphany, and death,
There are the stars.

Democracy
The rose said to a weed,
How dare you rest in my flowerbed?
The weed said to the rose,
I will wither in the sun,
become mulch from which you will bloom.
I see,
This will be a rosy relationship, said the sun.

A Geothermal Experience
See time turned inside out.
Earth’s core spilled out.
Boiling, steaming pools spread like oatmeal,
change habitats into different life forms.
Sinister gas terraces discharge incantations.
Mold shape landscapes.
Clouds spread a ghostly pall, strangely, enchanting.
Yesterday, happening today,
Today, witness tomorrow,
Earth’s power, stunning.
Smell her breath!
Hangs like drapes in a hazy fog.
Earth’s inner clock is ticking,
wondrous incunabula.

A Foggy Day
A cradled blue-gray haze blanketed the sky.
Curtains of defused light, feathered milk-white.
Windows turned fluorescent,
still as a chalk moon,
cold as sweat.
Fog loomed lurking as a pall.
Veil of light folds, wrinkles,
floated overhead to dog day.
The mood was mud, dark, damp, dreary gray.
Stayed home to read a poem,
watched the clouds succumb.