morning breeze . . .a candle flameflickers still
autumn dawn —why this struggle to risefrom sleep's embrace?
haiku's birth—a child fitting words to bird song
through the nightdeath's chess pieces stormmy refuge
paper trail . . .a night's emptinesspeters out
possum freeze . . .night seals its shadowto the road
stars, hide your fireslet not light see my darkand deep desires
the milky way . . .nothing more thana vague fragrance
night fall . . .leaf prints echo stillthe dance
dangling leaf . . .a threnody risesfrom the earth
hanging moon . . .thuds from mourner's shovelsecho the loss
stillness!music strains beyondits sound
autumn dusk . . .shadows stretch acrossthe chess board
autumn moon — a morepork finds itselfin shadows
this hand of mine,what other shapes waste awayin autumn mist?
skimming dreamsdawn breaks overmy eyelids
autumn night . . .the darkness itself drownsin a radio
morning dew . . .my reflection hangson each drip
with them allI hang on every wordnot spoken
sultry night . . .words of kindness thickeninto syrup
night birdis your cry the soundof suicide?
lenten rest . . .an earth dweller reflectson the moon
milky way —what brushstrokes to paint the void, the stars?
brushstrokesof darkening summer . . . shadows fold in
song of summer —a tone poem glidesthrough the words
milky way —moths ascend the vortexof candle-light
milky way —my helter skelterof dreams
milky way —an eddy spiralsinto itself
before dawnthe awakening of wordsfrom their silence
dark night — the word lacking fleshenters silence
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