The blue of daylightfades and chills as the sun sinksbeneath clouds of fire.

Change happens for youthe moment you want somethingmore than you fear it.

When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree...

Many solemn nights Blond moon, we stand and marvel…Sleeping our noons away

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

We wear many things, but that with greatest import is our expression.

The River Mogami has drownedFar and deepBeneath its surging wavesThe flaming sun of summer

Secure in his flightRider on the constant windsHawk flies through his daysLooks then to the eastPrompted by fate’s gentle breezeChanges his intentFate’s gentle breezesMove the mighty heart to changeDestiny remade

Ceaseless.Almost too much for this small frame.You make me part of the sky.

All Heaven and EarthFlowered white obliterate…Snow…unceasing snow

Hi! My little hutIs newly-thatched I see…Blue morning-glories

Compliments land assoft and gentle on my earsas a butterfly.

I know how to tell a woman I love her in seventeen syllables or less. I’m not talking about a haiku, I’m talking about grunts from an orgasm.

Why so scrawny, cat?Starving for fat fish or mice…Or backyard love?

The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

When you touch a life, strive to leave it the better for the change you make

I preserve my worldin journals so my children can eat without me

alfrescothe sommelier decantsa red sunset

Oh, sweet cherry tree-how lovely your blossoms are.Spring brings joy to life.

I explained it loudand clear. What part of “meow”don’t you understand?