Poem Category: All

annual leave
another sunset seen
from beginning to end.

geese returning
the feel of old books
read in the afternoons.

nursing home
now father and I
leaning to each other.

stone stairs
choosing where I step
on the fallen leaves.

star guided
the wild geese forsaking
their fatherlands.

a rising dawn
woodlands breed life
from the shadows.

a transient moon
the well waters lay darkly
in stillness.

well water
our town-folk’s habit
of dropping a stone.

hearing the night
sousing with winter
in the downpipes.

temple Buddha
yet I think if most stirs me
is the lake’s silent mist.