March 2013

morning breeze . . .
a candle flame
flickers still

autumn dawn —
why this struggle to rise
from sleep's embrace?

haiku's birth—
a child fitting words
to bird song

through the night
death's chess pieces storm
my refuge

paper trail . . .
a night's emptiness
peters out

possum freeze . . .
night seals its shadow
to the road

stars, hide your fires
let not light see my dark
and deep desires

the milky way . . .
nothing more than
a vague fragrance

night fall . . .
leaf prints echo still
the dance

dangling leaf . . .
a threnody rises
from the earth

hanging moon . . .
thuds from mourner's shovels
echo the loss

stillness!
music strains beyond
its sound

autumn dusk . . .
shadows stretch across
the chess board

autumn moon —
a morepork finds itself
in shadows

this hand of mine,
what other shapes waste away
in autumn mist?

skimming dreams
dawn breaks over
my eyelids

autumn night . . .
the darkness itself drowns
in a radio

morning dew . . .
my reflection hangs
on each drip

with them all
I hang on every word
not spoken

sultry night . . .
words of kindness thicken
into syrup

night bird
is your cry the sound
of suicide?

lenten rest . . .
an earth dweller reflects
on the moon

milky way —
what brushstrokes to paint
the void, the stars?

brushstrokes
of darkening summer . . .
shadows fold in

song of summer —
a tone poem glides
through the words

milky way —
moths ascend the vortex
of candle-light

milky way —
my helter skelter
of dreams

milky way —
an eddy spirals
into itself

before dawn
the awakening of words
from their silence

dark night —
the word lacking flesh
enters silence