All poems

Colors have returned to earth,
Spirits back from still momentum.
Old trunks have installed new birth
To a new year's cherry blossoms.

Flowers celebrate a new start.
Koi dance, birds sing, tortles smile.
Sunshine is delighted and take part,
Warming up spring's mighty lifestyle.

I snowboarded freely on the cloud,
Felt floating crossing vales and hills. 
In minutes I was back to crowd,
And waited for one more run in chills.
In flash curved I through guarding trees,
And shaved the snow to sky in breeze.

First snow on the ground
melting and retreating from
warm of morning sun.

Snow transforms the hill
into adventural playground.
Go, Ski and snowshoes!

Another autumn comes and almost gone.
With rain today foliage will disappear.
By work my energy has overdrawn.
Shall I go catch the season while it's here?

Debated with laziness won heart of art.
Regret shall I without some proof of life.
Equipped with tripod and phone I depart.
With skills and spirit in Reels I'd get rife.

Along the water waited the golden leaves.
On path the harvest colors paved the way.
Best moment greatest season they achieve,
Not knowing their fate after rain today.

Best colors shiver under thunderstorms.
Eternal grace lives only in art forms.

Is it ghost house disguised as modern art,
Or science decorated in future skin?
To worth the ticket we all pretend smart,
Appreciating whispers in ghost scene.
Together people sit or lie on floor,
Submerging in illusions of the rocks.
Photography, recordings, and more,
To memorize the weird flying blocks.
Another room makes sense of cubes on fly,
And put them in the landmarks that well known.
Like aliens visit City from the sky,
Abnormal shapes belong to foreign zone.
Imaginations find their audience.
Pretenders meet creative brilliance.