The sun has set.
I watch as
darkness kisses the earth,
and my neighbors’ houses
light up one by one,
like doll houses.
Listen, and you will hear
my longing for you
turning into songs,
reverberating
in the silence
of dusk.

Entering my driveway
tonight, I see the harvest
moon perching on my pine
tree top and winter enters
my heart like a song.

Steering my car
Like a boat in a
Grey, misty ocean,
I navigate alone
Through the dreamy highway,
Listening
to forlorn love songs
Through the white noise
Of falling rain
and busy wipers.
I think of you.

The silver moon,
contemplating the world of samsara
from the top of my pine tree,
is eloquent in its silence,
this cobalt blue night.
Oh, the sermon of stillness…..
Who is there to listen?

Last night,
You made all the flowers in my garden bloom,
Right in the midst of winter.
You sorceress!