This budded branch
   sheathed in ice,
reflects back the world.

The top shelf of stacked rain clouds,
bathed in gold sunlight.
                     A bee heads for home.

Yellow butterfly
flits up, down, on a wild ride:
         slipstream of a train.

The fish flops about
in the osprey's grip...
    waiting for my tea to steep.

Red-wing blackbirds call
   as mallards create vees
through the grey raindrops.

   A cold, wet breakfast -
an osprey flaps through the rain
   with a wriggling treat.

unseen in shorn grass:
   a flurry of wings - gone again
                      a few yards ahead

Thunder and snowfall
mock the buffeted blossoms:
    scene from my sick room.

A blue sky stretches:

  the breath of afternoon wind
  makes music in leaves.

Stones in river's course
enduring, cause reflection
                  of the life in leaves.

   shifting, left to right,
then back to a still center:
   rain drop in the web.

Lowell's white dome, drowsing,
in a pale, cloudless, blue sky -
waiting for the dark skies.

Hanji browsing:
   coolness of the inkstone;
   tickle of the brushes.

   Bench sitting with tea,
tipping a busker:
   The humans of Insadong.

   among whiteflowers
of Oyama magnolia -
   hawfinch's gimlet eye.

Early shadows sliding
     between hanok, along tile,
               to the sloped alleys.

Toothbrush, underwear,
camera charger - where are you?!
       As they say: Aiyah!

     Here - time for PJs.

There - a street vendor's Gimbab

in Bukchon Haok!

Sun sparkles floating,

past glass towers and flowers.

Cheong-gye-cheon in Spring.

Wisps of snow
writhe along the sidewalk,
golden in the glow of the street lamps.

        Sickle moon,
bound by a pearly halo,
leaves the new snow in darkness.