March 2012

fallen night ...
the apparition of moths
weaving dreams

cicadas
as if I too
will not die

summer coda ...
autumn appears
leaf by leaf

flight of fancy ...
freedom finds its voice
on paper

joyous moths --
the song her light
awakens

how much more
to be stripped away?
lenten fast

grey skies
yet still cicadas
sing for death

harvest moon ...
a web appears
in silence

final lap -
the baton passes
from the last

the silence
of black swans gliding ...
autumn dusk

off shore breeze ...
my hearing follows
a godwit's cry

deserted beach ...
the unseen draws nearer
through the fog

autumn dusk ...
dreams rustle through
withered reeds

twilight rain ...
not even the song
of blackbirds

harvest moon ...
it's reflection hidden
by my shadow

autumn dusk ...
trees surrender
their presence

summer coda ...
the persistent rain
of cicadas

the guidance
of back seat drivers ...
Job's comforters

after the fall
their images remain ...
fruit pickers

night breeze
inside the sound ...
leaf turn

autumn dream ...
we retrace the path
of our lips

a spider
ravelling moths ...
night sounds

the silence
releases its sound ...
blazing sun

shaping
the final act ...
autumn wind

bread of life ...
light enters through
a wormhole

lenten path ...
a weather vane
points the way

waxing moon ...
the ocean laps against
her bikini line

darkening days ...
a cicada sings
anyway

wind change . . .
are cicadas pausing
for effect?

raging moon -
the light shed by this craft
or sullen art