July 2013

notice board . . .
messages curl around
rusting pins

dark forest—
the sound of leaf rustle
within me

this dark night,
how long does it stretch?
distant bird

coldness!
a pen sounds out
the ache

earth awaits
fervor's infilling . . .
night tremor

lost to age . . .
his path expands in dreams
across the wasteland

night tremor . . .
ancient vessels groan against
their moorings

wintry rage . . .
summer simmers soundly
underground

haiku drip
with inanities
on life's parade . . .

is this real?
the oceanic swell
of dry land

winter night —
the earth resounds
off key

winter moves
through my body —
spider web

winter dawn —
the loss of life
while we slept

lightning flash —
city streets rumble
free of words

before dawn —
white crosses fly through
city streets

under her feet,
the dankness of rotten leaves
joins the dance

dead low water —
my coming and my going
merge as one

morning chill —
'quardle oodle ardle'
magpies signing in

an abyss
drumming between stars —
wordless vigil

through this valley
generations have trod
. . . have trod

a thin line parses tense between us

stormlit sky —
the still rolling 'r's
of the locals

breath mist —
the words I whisper
in my face

bitter wind . . .
no longer the sting
of absence

crescent moon —
light drowns within palms
of emptiness

far away —
the sound of a river
shaping worlds

shining cuckoo!
another must reap
what you sow

this stillness!
where does it come from,
ebbing tide?

a night
slow in ending
inches by . . .

candle flame —
a breeze flickers by
with darkness