Poem Category: Miscellaneous

long dangling
threads of sun dew…
then the spider’s face

showing the breaths
shown by the frost–
my jog through the park

clouds rush–
through a sky of orange
the sunset — sinks

composing the sound
held in water
the frog’s leap
Re: Basho’

slowly autumn–
the street Maples too
clenching their hands

mountain
the moon comes over
as snow

from the movie
a thousand rain drops
to the car park