Matcha

 

As I whisk

the fine verdant granules 

whirl and blend 

into the steaming water 

and a confluence of tiny bubbles 

erupt onto the surface 

releasing a piquant scent 

and a host of mornings past.

Several Years Later

 

The dun colored tree

viewed from 

the other side 

of the mountain

becomes 

resonatingly crimson.

In the Snow Storm

 

Returning from their walk 

to the muddied lake

a three-legged dog

cantered through the snow banks 

by the side 

of his smiling owner.

Amanecer Sobre El Lago

 

Esperar pero aún vivir en el momento. 

En La Cafetería

 

Busco la inspiración de Proust y la luz cambiante.  

Sight

 

 

My purblind cat

lopes across the room 

in the same seeing way 

and heralds the eventual 

hop onto my lap

with a swish of her tail.

En La Fronda

 

In the bower

we wait

for the words

to emerge.