September

September— 
there’s a gentle voice in the wind 
reading 
the faded green of late summer;  

there’s music
sneaking out 
of a leafy garden, betraying 
my secret desire 
for autumn.

Sign of Blue

The painting of the cloudy sky

was created
senselessly 

by a single impetuous brushstroke of

grey, where

life grew involuntarily

striving for

the faintest hint

of

 blue

Night Fog

Walking in a foggy night

my weightless thoughts
 are drifting effortlessly

towards
a timeless dream

Majestic Pine

December
the chemistry between
my ordinary self
and
a majestic pine

once again

struck
amidst the
coldest winter
air

June, I Said Hello to the Sun

When the first wave of summer heat came

in June, I set out alone

to greet the Sun

I wanted to see how far the horizon stretched

I wanted to know how tall maples and pines grew

I relished the exuberant green

I rode on swift gusts of wind

The dandelion on the sidewalk - whom I secretly loved

nodded to me, unaware of my ambition

the roaming clouds - whom I adored unreservedly, 

joined my journey. not knowing my destination 

Oh June, I said hello to the Sun 

telling her that I was ready to write 

another song of

myself

The Scent of Gardenia

The scent of gardenia

sneaked out from the shadows
collided with my morning ramble
spilled joy

all over

the leafy garden of 

May

Lush Green of May

Peace

is depicted by

the lush green of May

overflowing

from a distant field  

into 

the tender heart of 

Spring

The Bridge That Crosses Over Time

The bridge that crosses over time

stands on a solid
two dimensional ground

unperturbed

by its sundry earthy desires ---

time flies

river runs

bridge remains, and

embraces

Painting by Marc Gosselin

Village

A spontaneously painted village 

is a conscious touch

over an absentminded
valley ---

wisps of smoke wind along

pond reflects, like a wide open eye

oh, landscape is just awakened

so am
I

Life

life, by design

is confined within limited

dimensions, yet

imagination strives 

to go beyond

disregards the eternal torment of

irresolution

between the comfort of

confinement and
freedom of

uncertainty

February Sky

February sky

opaque, like a piece of

frayed canvas,

stretched silently

behind an old stone bridge - 

underneath

weeping water runs 

for

centuries

An Ordinary Day Of May

The Mood of August

The mood of August
swung
capriciously

as summer rain struck
at
random

a grasshopper
is complaining

about a damp
backyard

wondering
how it feels like

to sleep
quietly

in the dry
air of 

Au-
tumn

Absent-mindedness

Absent-mindedness

is a sheet of blank

paper, folded by

hands of a craft-man

into colorful

geometric
models of
some absent-

minded

ness

Laziness

Laziness

was initially a dance of Tango

mis-stepped into Blues, yet highly

satisfied with

every unintentionally

mismatched

move

Love (Is A Portrait)

Love (is a portrait)

Love

is a portrait of

swelling heart

framed with

infatuation, hanging

inside a room

that has no wall to support

such weightless

MATERIAL

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I am honored to receive Perfect Poet Award for the week 45. I like to vote Judith Evanfor the next award.

The shadow of a pine tree

Light or dark

is decided by

the shadow of a pine tree, who

stretches her arms

ahead of

an ordinary

day of

May

Tulip

Sitting beside a tulip
scrutinizing the afternoon
my thoughts slid
into a laziness
that once pervaded over my body
nurtured
a fresh dew at sunrise

Woke by the morning Sun

Woke by the morning Sun,
my memory hungers

for a long lost melody
refreshed by
dewdrops ---

Woke up before dawn

Woke up before dawn
my dream escaped…

Running through the mist
morning hesitated
to cover up Stars
the Moon
and a sliver of
traumatized blue