Iris
Royalty
Faith and valor

Iris
The Heaven's
Bridge to the Earth

Iris
A lady
In Sunku form

As thorns
Might peck ****s
And kick ***es

Bullets
End the lives
With no mercy

Her words
(Soft fabrics)
Kill with cold blood

sleepy
blue heron
on Green Lake

feathers
trembling stems
dull winter wind

clearing
their throats
crows bark like dogs

Still waters
were soaking
my paper boats

I jumped
out of their
sinking feelings

Quickly
turning them
into balloons

Back stage
she readies
for a catwalk

Steps out
and dazzles
a crescent smile

Baring
her radiance
with every stride

God speaks
I hear tones
nature buzzing

insight
new ideas
revelations

I write
etch my thoughts
in Poetry

Gentle
caress on
naked soles

Lilies
necking with
ecstatic sighs

Laughter
astounds in
Springfield wilds

To Basho

It is not the end of the day.
But it is almost.
Snow is matte.
Its white lilac doesn't spark
but quietly glows.

The trees radiate cold.
Fallen leaves
suspended in frozen shoals
form illusion of flying maps,
mosaic display
of ancient nations and worlds.

The sun is long gone,
but the sky
still keeps the last beams
fast to the chest.

I am reading aloud the lines
on my palms.
How long do I live, how far shall I go
following traces of birds?

Lonely
In a room
Even when not

Time
Moving slow
Empty walls

Drift apart
Daunted
Unknown

Seeds
of hope
burst

Bees
deliver
promise

Offspring
births from a
surrogate womb