fallen night ...the apparition of mothsweaving dreams
cicadasas if I toowill not die
summer coda ...autumn appearsleaf by leaf
flight of fancy ...freedom finds its voiceon paper
joyous moths --the song her lightawakens
how much moreto be stripped away?lenten fast
grey skiesyet still cicadassing for death
harvest moon ...a web appearsin silence
final lap -the baton passesfrom the last
the silenceof black swans gliding ...autumn dusk
off shore breeze ...my hearing followsa godwit's cry
deserted beach ...the unseen draws nearerthrough the fog
autumn dusk ...dreams rustle throughwithered reeds
twilight rain ...not even the songof blackbirds
harvest moon ...it's reflection hiddenby my shadow
autumn dusk ...trees surrendertheir presence
summer coda ...the persistent rainof cicadas
the guidanceof back seat drivers ...Job's comforters
after the falltheir images remain ...fruit pickers
night breezeinside the sound ... leaf turn
autumn dream ...we retrace the pathof our lips
a spider ravelling moths ...night sounds
the silencereleases its sound ...blazing sun
shapingthe final act ...autumn wind
bread of life ...light enters througha wormhole
lenten path ...a weather vanepoints the way
waxing moon ...the ocean laps againsther bikini line
darkening days ...a cicada singsanyway
wind change . . .are cicadas pausingfor effect?
raging moon -the light shed by this craftor sullen art
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