The longest journey
 
begins with the first small step
 
toward cherry blossoms.

 
 
 

Winter pilgrimage—
 
if I don’t post on Facebook,
 
are my steps in vain?

 
 
 

Autumn morning fog—
 
I part the misty curtain
 
to see my next step.

 
 
 

Step by step I climb
 
each hill standing in my way—
 
the journey lengthens.

 
 
 

Near the blue dumpster
 
two women dance by moonlight—
 
in love, out of step.

Cold

 
 
 

last day of autumn—
 
a stone beside the porch step
 
grows cold, then colder

Soaking

 
 
 

Tin watering can—
 
the rose near the backdoor step
 
gets a good soaking.

Step

 
 
 

a tiny pebble—
 
Buddha lodging in my shoe
 
step by painful step

Enthusiasm

 
 
 

the bounce in his step
 
as he thinks of holding her
 
in their bed tonight