cherry blossoms i would love to put them in a poem this winter night

a scarecrow disappears in the field fast falling snow

winter day
even my buddha
starts frowning

my moleskine
a binge of words…
all on the margins

i speed to the sale table labeled ‘irregulars’

my torn sweater
forms a new
design

lost in the flow of it all
retweeting my own poem

this morning
seeing it so clearly
fog

distant zendo it comes to meet me on the path

i write a haiku for all seasons a breeze in the zendo

the dharma talk of a stellar jay sweetens the zendo

if there were dragons what song would they sing