Salto Ángel
Jungle floor below,
tied by water to the stars-
High where angels fall.
Innocence
Rose petal falling,
followed by a child’s grin-
“He loves me,” she says.
Nāranga
Flavorful summer,
its orange citrus drips hot,
setting clouds aflame.
Issun-bōshi
Flowers conquer earth.
Blades sharp as a samurai’s
in violence bloom.
Crystal Meadow
Frost clings to each blade-
a field of tiny mountains
where snow caps glisten.