Two Poems

April

Today's run ends
Just past the bridge
In a warm spring rain

At the foot of three mountains
A double rainbow strides
Half-way across the sky

In the gorge below
Kingfishers chatter against unseen boundaries
As the stream bears eastward
The soil of a hundred farms

Cooling quickly in the damp wind
I go in my empty house
To wait for my children's return

 

Rising

The stars have risen
Beyond seeing

Through the first light
Fog lifts
Trees cloud-caught
Rooted on each of the five ascending ridges
Not in soil and rock
But in the cold body of the mist