As once was green, soon shall be withered. Decaying with the descent into the season of cold.

My attempt at a tanka – a Japanese poetic form consisting of 5-7-5-7-7 onji or syllables.

You have got to have more faith.

We love it…

A girl’s hair, and the wind, so cool, it is solemnly sweet.

This is a random poem about crating pictures in nature as memories and reminders and thoughts that could last.

A stand of bamboo reaches for the sky.

The sky has wiped its slate ..

This work has been inspired by the rain…

This is a place I wish were real, and even though it’s not, I still like thinking that it does exist somewhere.