I listen,
subtle waters trickle
between rockery crevices

the Koi pond ripples with energy, flickers
of gold, orange, and white
weaving beneath

movement massages their fine scales
as a mild breeze does our skin
in May

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where steps form, moss hangs on
and shrubbery offer their version of spring green,
a shrine rises from jagged boulders

cherry wood intricasies dangle like lace runners
along the sloping peaks of the Pagoda,
its pillars envelope the temple

subdued, yellow lanterns
blink like watchful eyes of ancestors
in the temple shadows

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the garden is quiet, still
thoughts move like spring butterflies
spring air stirs between

the bounty of earth and awe
glimmer on the water,
like a distant sunset shedding its colors

06/08/2007

Posted on 06/08/2007
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