May 2013

the night agape
with a poem's caesura . . .
light before dawn

distant voices . . .
the apparition of night
behind the door

morning mass —
dewfall stirs through
the wine

twilight bird!
through the bush a wind
shaping sound

morepork!
across the night
we are one

a mute child
finds it for me—
the way back

a cool night —
my daughter's moon flutters
on the fridge

after dusk
purple light rises
from the stream

cloud-robed moon . . .
it stalks me along
this path

autumn rain —
as the chatter ceases,
only her breath

gone!
love-lies-bleeding
in the mist

coolness!
the dark underbelly
of a rainbow

grinding axes
a sharp tongue rubs me up
the wrong way

autumn wind —
a butterfly grows
more detached