May 2013

dust particles —
I drift with my thoughts
through a sunbeam

digging deeper a death knell untold remains

shhhh!
a leaf's death throes
ride the breeze

just for now,
a rainbow being
just itself

autumn dusk . . .
I pass by shapes
I should know

a praying mantis
sways in the cathedral
of her hands

midnight chill . . .
an incoming tide
but still no moon

sun strike —
the road ahead flares
into light

deepening night —
a world of names enters
the nameless

from alpha
to the omega —
the way home

tunnel vision . . .
I thread meaning
from the dust

first frost —
the earth's purity
crackles

first frost —
a poet picks up manna
word by word

morning frost —
the voice I listen for
in the sun's rising

crushed silence . . .
magpies too wait out
the first frost

early snow . . .
a stillborn's coffin
descends softly

autumn wind . . .
a flute enters the edge
of its sound

endless sky —
the moon for a time
my pivot

fitful sleep —
my desire becomes
the moonlight

sinking stone . . .
what words left out
speak my name?

distant thunderstorm . . .
heartbeats enter the tunnel
at the end of light

sighing willow . . .
dawn goose steps once more
into a dream

deepening autumn . . .
more than I can linger with,
the moon on the lake

autumn deepens . .
while the moon and I meet
sounds of wailing

autumn deepens . . .
too much to linger with,
moon on the lake

unable
to restrain the moon,
I lose sleep

the death throes
of homesick invaders:
leaf debris

straight jacket . . .
within a chrysalis
flitting dreams

fallen fig
the flower within
awakens

weaving through
the intoxication of light,
pilgrim moths