Monterey Cypress

Monterey Cypress,

obscured by mist,

shadows on the ridge.

Beyond the dark trees

Beyond the dark trees,

The Milky Way

Galaxy…

A distant motor

A distant motor
idles, a jay waits
in the old oak tree…

Above dark trees

Above dark trees
the new moon grins
at me.

Beneath the dark eaves

Beneath the dark eaves
of the trees, the silver sea
washes night times shore.

Not the perfect plum and Tossing a plum pit

Not the perfect plum
dribbling down my chin
but yummmm…

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Tossing a plum pit
into dark trees, the stars
shine ancient light.