White clouds like blankets
You can barely see the hills
Wrapped up like mummies.


"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." – Annie Dillard
White clouds like blankets
You can barely see the hills
Wrapped up like mummies.

Under steel blue clouds
A single ray of light shines:
The lake is cool, cold.

The white clouds enshroud
The verdant hillside - aswirl
Like a dragon’s tail.

Like a Turneresque canvas
Rain shrouds my windows
The growl of thunder deafens.
Sorry, Mister Tree:
Your muffin top is showing
On the metal bar.

The gnarled bark like bricks
Stacked high up to the treetops
Grasping the blue sky
In Meguro’s autumn we
Bask in your timeless wisdom.

Sentinel of fire
Upon its shadowless throne:
Angry eye, glowering.
Tari embun di hujung daun
Sambut girang terbit mentari
Hamba sujud merafak ampun
Tuhan alam semesta jadi.