Silk Tree Blush

Poetry


A painting of a blue tea pot and cup

Evening Tea…always

Silk Tree Blush

Steeping porcelain, the palms tight

giving into a Silk Tree blush

The awakened scent of trueness

at the bottom of my cup.

The two Chinese characters applied to “silk tree” means “joining as one

as the leaflets close together in pairs at night.

My Ink Brush Talks

Brush Paintings, Poetry


A painting of the ocean and sky with clouds.

Wisteria I

My Ink Brush Talks

Cool summer air clears my room, the high night sky

darkens and I leave the days’ storm at my feet.

My ink brush quick, light draws the words out

oh, fireflies your heart burns bright

I will follow your evening light all the way up the mountain.