Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Clouds on the horizon
bleached by marine distance -
as old as driftwood


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

no more
-birds singing on
every tree

To the vain, it's grey.
To a weeder, it's green
- time has many hues.


Thursday, June 11, 2009

After rising
I wash my eyes in the sky
-a blue ablution


Thursday, June 4, 2009

No stone can shatter,
no dust can gather on
the mirror of the lake

Jeronimus (after Thoreau)
After days of rain
no other reality
exists but green


Tuesday, June 2, 2009

The Sport

White camellia -
its inner child has spattered
one petal with red

- Jeromimus
Note: A 'sport' is a flower that has an unusual colour variation.