I often come across fungi on my walks through the woods. When people think of fungus, they probably picture something ugly, but it can be quite beautiful.


Sometimes it’s just a matter of perspective.


And some are so ugly, they’re beautiful.


–Photos by me

haibun: true colors


As I follow a path through the woods on this perfect autumn afternoon, I am amazed at the broad spectrum of beautiful colors splattered all over these trees. It’s like I’m walking down the corridor of a great, out-door art gallery, each exhibit more lovely than the last.

The maples are my favorite, of course. With their yellows, oranges, and reds, they look like they’re on fire. Some have a translucent, marmalade look, while others are half green and half red.

I realize that this is the natural, true state of the forest, and trees are only green when the summer weather allows their life-processes with chlorophyll to dominate. Perhaps it’s like that with people, too; during most of our lives, we are too preoccupied with “living” to be our real selves.


the leaves fall and die–

but not without first showing

us their true colors


–photos by me

lost resolutions


the sober morning light

promised a new day

with a harsh resolution

to see things as they were,

yet after reflecting upon

the woes of the world

throughout the day,

she became jaded,

and judgement faded.

later that same day,

she was spotted near the sea

in her wine-colored dress

with bare feet in the sand,

deliciously inebriated,

and watching a pale moon

rising over caliginous  waves.