Nature

Betwixt the bleakness of failing light

Snow fell down dense and white

Looking clean, crisp...

In these, the finely etched moments of morning
As though through a finely crafted,
Rose-...

The face of Winter
polished by the wind,
where the fox encounters itself
as it peers...

The sky is blue
the sun is bight
on a cold winter
Day and the wind
Was Blowing...

The red dawn
upon the Robin´s breast,
blood petals
and tears of ice,
the cold...

Painting in the sun

Among the flowers
And the trees listening
to the birds singing...

Twas just another farmyard on a cold, winter’s night as those sparkling stars were twinkling bright~...

A shadow upon
the soft wind
cast by the sun
passing through,
as the clouds...

My Chinese poem, written on 2018-01-27, is a poetic remake of the beautiful essay “ It's Snowing In Chengdu...

Walking down the countryside footpath,
Side stepping here and there,
Looking downwards as I...

Wonder what the woods would say,
As they watch us laugh and play,
Together wild, souls are...

On shores of constants
In times of need,
Crowd, the huddled masses
NURTURE, the dying...

Here, on my own,
off the trail,
I hail the Horned One,
the Woman of these Woods...