One leaf bud breaking,
new horizons unfolding.
Springs emerging day.
One leaf bud breaking,
new horizons unfolding.
Springs emerging day.
In midwatch hours,
Bows slicing dark rolling sea,
luminescent wake.
Not much to say about Still Life, a simple watercolor study of fruit in a bowl. The bowl was, is, a wooden one we picked up somewhere and still resurfaces occasionally to hold fruit, or some other snack, or munchies. The fruit, delicious, the pear juicy – hmmm. More than a simple study after all, a memory, a taste of the past with promises of the future.

Grease tattooed,
callused, working hands, folded, peacefully.
My father’s hands.
In Sasebo ryokan
your soft caress heats the night.
Goose down quilt.