blossom

'Poetry is nice'
I say to the cherry blossom
'But, one has to eat!'

spider

The house empties,
Too bashful to make a web-
The lonely spider.

Marcus Aurelius

Take care not to be Caesarified, or dyed in purple: it happens. So keep yourself simple, good, pure, serious, unpretentious, a friend of justice, god-fearing, kind, full of affection, strong for your proper work. Strive hard to remain the same man that philosophy wished to make you. Revere the gods, look after men. Life is short. The only harvest of existence on earth is a godly habit of mind and social action.


from Meditations, Book 6, 30
Marcus Aurelius,

tulips

Closing up shop
After a day's work-
Red tulips.

Japan again

daffodil

On top of the hill,
What a view he has,
The daffodil.

duck

Flapping wings
My palm tree thinks its a duck-
Morning mistral

breath

How cold!
The heartache of lost time,
Dawn's breath.

sensual

mobile

When the blackbird sings,
Its my mobile I think,
Every time.

tulips

Spring morning-
Red tulips open up
As I write this.

Midnight

An owl's cry
Between church bells
And midnight sleep.

Einstein!

Cherry

Your robe
Of pink blossoms-
Nice fit! Cherry tree.

mignon!

seatbelt

The girl next to me 

Cried watching 'Twilight'-

Tears fell on my seatbelt.

scarecrow

A scarecrow 

Of black plastic

Bags.

Accountants

Accountants 
All day looking at figures-
Me, at flowers!

awake!

winter

Today will clean
The winter corners 
In my mind.

coffin

Morning blackbird-
Wouldst thou song
Fit in my coffin?

Entombed

Moving home-

Into square boxes

Memories entombed.

traffic

Bedroom window
Open to birds
And traffic.

l'air de rien #158 (Place de la Concorde, Paris)

food!

chimes

Pink chimes-

Can you hear the

Cherry trees?

write a blog!

oak

Yes me too, one day
Up in smoke, like a 
Pile of oak leaves.

games

almond

Waiting all day
For almond blossoms
To fly.

daffodil

Daffodil-
March
Trumpet.

finger magic

pose

Display case-
A spider's
Last pose.

Clement

Clement moon!

Tonight all mine-

Tomorrow for you!

l'air de rien #157 (byron lighthouse)

winter

Without a bird's nest-
The sad tree
of winter.

Monsieur Carton!

sigh

Tonight's sunset,
A lover's sigh 
Comes to mind.

L'artiste!

Champs Elysées

Champs Elysées
Smart looking crowd-
Even the tramps.

engines

Seated in the air.

Engines sing

Instead of birds.

chapters

A painter's life 
Made up of
Two chapters.

l'air de rien #155 (Tyagarah N.S.W.)

foolish

This! the tennis court
Where foolish ants 
Make homes.

i-cloud

i-Cloud 
And meditation.
The daily upload.

circles and lines

rain

Young palms,
Scooping up the rain
If they could. 

start the day playfully

sky

Egret's love poem
In the sky
For all to see.

heels

Clappity clop
Horses on cobble stone-
A girl with high heels

birthday

Everyday
A birthday-
Kookaburra!

rust!

grave

Dear mosquito,
Lead my hand 
To thy grave.

cicadas

Sleeping cicadas 
Wakened by my shovel-
The warm soil.

beach!

Sax!

cinders

Grey cinders
And a white butterfly-
Bonfire.

Such

Such obscenity

This fine day-
Morning crows.

grip!

Get a grip!
Says to me 
Morning magpie-

presto!

golf

After the rain
Crows picnic
On the golf course.

Under

Smell the rain
From the bedroom
Under the sheets!

nice story!! nice woman!!

parsley

A pretty girl
Who knows it.
A sprig of parsley.

pines

In a man's body
A small boy
Pines for the moon.

rain

Waiting all morning 
For the rain 
Which doesn't come.

by hand!

Five

Who would believe
Five kookaburras
On one branch?

lyrebird

Kookaburra
Between raindrops- 
The Lyrebird.

mon corps.... helas!!

White

Twilight-
Best viewing time,
White mushrooms.

Glorious Trees!

kind

Jasmine flowers
Piercing a dark cloud,
How kind.