Rediscovered youth

Red and gold, the leaves
Brown and silver, then brown, the hair!
Beauty in Autumn

Rush

He seeks wasabi pain,
the recluse who loves people.
His way to feel life.

Summertime II

July breezes whisk
fresh cut green blades off knees;
Summer heat here soon.

Summertime

Cicadas singing
in stereo, as sweet sweat
falls in joint rhythm

Welcome, little one

I look at her face,
eyes different, nose the same;
Body amalgam!