Seasons of the Heart

First warmth of spring
I feel as if
I have been asleep

crocuses
where last week
the snow lay thick

the spring breeze -
the paper flowers also
tremble

into the sea I launch
a piece of driftwood -
with great ceremony!

spring rain
a yellow oil-drum
bobbing down the river

Posted on 8/15/2007 5:29:26 PM

~tasha~

this spring evening
blue estuary light
vast empty sky

trying to talk
we can only laugh and point –
sun glinting on the loch

that old/new
smell of fresh
cut grass

morning meditation
clouds lift clear
from the mountain top

sunlight through stained glass
fragrances of oranges
the sound of a bell

the flowering pant nods
acknowledging
my gaze

Posted on 8/15/2007 5:31:11 PM

~tasha~

two swallows
dip and soar
making a summer

the yellow gorse
making the sky
more blue

the whole sky and more
reflected in each raindrop
hanging from that branch

puffed-up cloud
the swan’s feathers ruffled
white sails on the lake

Posted on 8/15/2007 5:32:45 PM

~tasha~

camomile flowers –
a whole garden
in the bottom of my cup

the zen garden –
a crack on the wall
in exactly the right place

the zen garden -
I too
am included

the master’s footprints
along the old
dirt road

Posted on 8/15/2007 5:34:14 PM

~tasha~

astonished
to find myself
here

the snowman
calmly awaiting
the thaw

the incense stick burns down –
a heap of ash
the fragrance

Posted on 8/15/2007 5:35:39 PM