2019
misty night
my cat is after
footsteps of stars
into the mist
a heron flying
into the mist
peak of drought
sun has no tears
to shed
after rain
sun highlights our moments
in gold
february rain
the perfume of heaven
a soaked pine
kissing in the rain
my finger moves the forest
dewdrop on a rose
torn beer can
beheads the beach sands
a red moon
no argue
a tiny bee opens
spring’s window
april heat
temptation deepens
touching a rose
sky and sea
my solitude in between
facing mirrors
starry night
brushing one by one
my mala beads
depth of night
a cricket studying
moon’s geography
scissoring the sky
into pieces
dusk swallow
summer sun
enlightening
stone buddha
resting
old soup can
under its rust
not feeling
wave on wave
their weight
slow stream
letting go of my thoughts
in a notebook
height of drought
stabbing each other
grass blades
autumn begins
golden leaves already
roaming into my poems
subject to be free
as it meant to be
autumn leaf
autumn rain
a shivering rat gazing
at a homeless man
november rain
a homeless man wrestling
the sky
cloudless sky
full moon leaping
pond to pond
departing autumn
i wish i could keep
bit of its breath
wavering wind
through a birch’s fingers
through itself