small summer moments
flashes of gold in forest
restoring balance

frog hopping on lawn
tiny brown creature on green
let it be happy

green insect crawling
across the driveway goes on
to hide in the lawn

seeing mount fuji
means nothing to a martian
still do we praise it

all pain we recall
echoes stronger than the tide
never water fire

plants do the healing
no effort of ours needed
cleansing summer air

this instant greeting
one who comes with no fanfare
pronouncing judgment

who marks the moment
when truth and lie overlap
all now becomes real

diverted from hope
we must be patient with pain
none fails to suffer

sudden this feeling
another age in the ear
echoing dances

laws of old music
no king no priest only love
beyond is silence

riddles are simple
the answers may be complex
hope is the problem

in the summer night
frogs croaking behind the house
expecting little

above hungry birds
wait in full expectation
they soon will be fed

nature the gambler
cares nothing for the living
but loves the great game

potemkin village
all that we see turns out false
but pretty pictures

we know our leader
cannot tell us any truth
and thinks of nothing

facts are enemies
reality is evil
only lies matter

too long forgotten
is the very simple truth
good wine needs no bush

summer just too hot
we know just what we will need
the coldest water

promise of much rain
but none is coming just yet
thunder is silent

again and again
we watch the numbers rising
right up to blood heat

We wait for morning,
hot, steam rising after rain,
green trees are glowing.

Outside the bluest
flower draws our waking eye,
such perfect colour.

I watch Mexican
roofers laying tarpaper
on the newest house.

A late breakfast is
the summer's finest pleasure,
tea makes me joyful.

I name this moment
the one that should never leave,
freeze now this second.