Life is a painting

Life is
like a painting
in it
there’s always
a quest for the moon
hung aloft
and the sempiternal secret
of the sun
there’s always

Willow

The silks of willows
like ink
winding and meandering
gingerly
outlining
silhouette of gloom
a flowerless
waterless
triumphal scenery
faceless
tearless
hurt.

October

Waves,

one after the other,

on the plage of October,

aimlessly,

the river is blank,

again,

berries and cherries,

the streaming breeze,

in countless familiar,

amicable autumns,

affirming,

the disappearances of the

A little firefly

A long overdue,
love,
scintillating,
phantom of twilight,
little firefly,
sweet as a mocha,
cream puff,
an ill-defined,
nebulous,
phantasmagoric,
allurement,
an invasion of,

Inspiration

Quiet of the night,
banishing,
fantasy,
chilling,
the moonlight,
snowman is,
a winter fairy tale,
born to love,
with seasonal frost,

Wood

Aspen,

the height of youth,

the whispering mud,

brimming with,

viridity,

osmanthus and sweet clover,

Time-lapse

Sunlight tilted,

moving gently,

on the smooth varnish of the table,

like the hands of a clock,

calculating,

the scattered and fragmentary time,

an empty afternoon,

like countless tiny water droplets,

destined to be,