Summer

Stone Music

 

In a pond summer rain is falling.

The black stones, worn smooth in the stream,

click against each other

in our pockets

 

Z Calligraphy Ike ni Natsu no Ame copy

 

En un estanque cae la lluvia veraniega

 

Las piedras negras, lisas en el arroyo,

chasquean,

uno contra el otro,

en nuestros bolsillos

 

 

Summer idyll

One note from a child’s flute

Resting on the air

Like a swallow on the porch rail

 

Rain in Santa Clara

 

As the wind crosses the mesa

leaves twist silvergreen to greet the rain.

 

On this hot afternoon all faces turn toward the skyfall

over Santa Clara.

 

Thunder rolls its baritone song nearby

but not here.

 

We are left with the sweet smell of ozone and dampness.

 

Midnight blues

 

The heat has reawakened

an army of flies.

Unwillingly I stay awake

 

and see the moon set.

 

 

August

 

the meadow alight

cicadas brush their wings in desperate lust

a dark-haired girl stops for a moment

listening to the shadows

 

 June garden

 

Hardy perennial lilies

do not need lifting.

tall and graceful,

they like the sun.

They are dependable year after year.

 

Peonies are slow to take hold

but once established

live in their beds

for centuries.

 

Iris quite quickly

have great masses of beauty

but must be uprooted from time to time

or die of exuberance.

 

 

Humid night air

 

At this hour, before sunrise,

empty and without colors,

the invisible grass is touched

only by dew

Húmedo aire nocturno

 

En la hora antes del alba

vacía y sin colores

la hierba invisible

es tocada

sólo por el rocio

 

Flat air

 

The flat air,

white in the heat,

holds immobile

the weight of this afternoon.

 

The sun has captured the whole world

in its net of red light.

El aire blanco

El aire sin dimensión,

blanco en el calor,

tiene inmóvil

el peso de esta tarde

 

El sol ha capturado el mundo entero

en su red de luz roja.

 

Virga

 

Shy rain in the sky

falling toward us

hesitating

darkening the dusty day

 

Virga

 

Lluvia tímida en el cielo

cae hacia nosotros

vacilante

oscureciendo el día polvoroso

 

Full moon

 

 

Last night

a bird crossed in the path of moonlight.

The shadow ran over the white wall

and was lost in the window.