Boddhisatva

 

My old cat is an equanimous

Chinese sage

ever trusting of a warm lap

as she dozes awash

in swirls of rainbows.

April

 

Pendant drops of rain 

bejeweled the bare branches 

for one brief morning.

Drinking Peppermint Tea

 

A schmear of sun

dazzles from behind 

the neighbor’s maple 

and softens the gnarled branches.

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At this moment 

my cup of tea 

with its bitter note 

is as it should be.

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.