Category: Mountain PoemsPage 1 of 2
Rice seedlings in spring – Have their own texture – Ahead of the rain. – a five syllable mountain poem
The clouds in between Take each other’s shape Snowflakes with the wind. – a five syllable mountain poem
Oil refined sunshine – Burns seashore infrastructure – We’ve filled the vacuum – As one abhorred by nature – Bird sand and wind grass – Come grey concrete…
Autumn susuki grass – Held in silent sunlight – One glance and there you are. – a six syllable mountain poem
Relentless snowfall – Tells it like it really is – The truth unobscured – by bottom-line self-interest – and the greed of the wealthy – Welcome relief. -a…
Pigeons in Paris – panic and take flight – But still alight on – a kind hand outstretched. – a five syllable mountain poem Paris is still here….
A limestone staircase- blends with a cloudy sky- yet clouds hold no weight- and a staircase sheds no rain- Be careful with your footsteps- not to mar the…
Moisture settles deep – into the shadows of spring – Effervescent green – Pop! Without warning, Autumn red – Full freedom in expression. – -a mountain poem
Petals on a fern – Animated by the wind – Petals on the ground – Soon returning through decay – How much better to be held. -a mountain…
Empty bar stools – empty bar – Half empty bottles – for half empty lives. – Wipe the counter. – an urban mountain poem
Rain clouds on rooftops swallow the spring sun and mute the flowers. Silhouettes in puddles fragmented by rain drops against a mirrored sky Then wind slams the glass….
Falling snow lands softly – joining the standing trees – with the clouds and the earth – the winter and the spring. – Exhale and breath freezes. -a…
Surrounded by sasa* now snow – A tree bends from the earth – As it’s pushed by the mountain wind – Cracking in the dry winter air –…
Resigned to the forest floor – Distinct from society – Green bamboo extends skyward – Slim leaves rustle in the wind – Tonbi soar high overhead – as sunlight…
A mirror reflects without hesitation – A thousand puddles shine back at the moon – A stone fountain fills slowly with water – Up to the edge when…
Amber light river – Snow stones, serpent road, ski cut – Mud run, scrub brush trees – Roadside ramen and television parking lot – Everybody just passes through…
Outside the wind blows spontaneously – Shaking the small house on a moonlit hill – While the people inside sleep Planning through dreams – Going over the murmurs of…
A world of dreams and plastic – The perception constructed – Paid for in full by ourselves, – Recognize the fantasy – and there is not spilled popcorn…
When water rages, torrents thunder – Snowfalls gently subdue hardest stone – Neither one making apologies – as gentleness overcomes the strong – and yielding cannot be resisted…
A fire burns but do not think about the wood – The wind blows but do not think about the air – A stream splashes against a stone but…
Sitting under cloudy skies, a blank canvas up above – Fallen petals are swept away – A path for the swirling wind – a 7 syllable mountain poem Stonehouse or…
An old beetle sits waiting – Slowly rusting in the rain – The future left uncertain – Except dust on the windshield – and rims setting on the…
There is stillness in thought, a leaf blows up the hill – There is thought in stillness, a Macaque crosses a river – Everything changes when nothing moves,…
Drinking from a mountain stream – Using one hand for a cup – Water falls through to the moss – Clenching even more tightly – Water falls through to…
Upward toward the clouds – Where the air and currents play – Extended yet soft – Without an expectation – Open to humility – Alight in the autumn…
A waning gibbous moon sets – The new autumn night left dark – Walking slow I kicked a frog – While thinking of compassion – a 7 syllable…
The walk to Happo Ike heads upwards along the ridge – Needing only the effort to consider the nature of wind, of clouds, of sunshine – I am there in a…
Colors wash over – Reflected in an onsen – Mountains in autumn – Soaking in contemplation – Soaking in contemplation – An onsen is a hot spring…
Take a look at the current – Trees turned to orange and red – Songs fading into silence – The warm glow of backlit leaves – Each in time…