September 2012

see it dance
entranced forever —
a mayfly!

this spring,
am I doomed to repeat
myself?

spring ...
the heat of the sun
awakens

war on terror —
intelligence leads him
to his heart

autumn showers —
a poet weaves in and out
of the dreamtime

on reflection
the image caught between
two mirrors

autumn shadow ...
something of her arrives
before her

spring evening —
the sound of a candle
after its flame

a dragon
turns domestic ...
lonely cloud

loose-lipped cloud
whispering its secret
with spray

resting up
over a vacant house . . .
vagrant cloud

prelude
to equinoxial gales
a fine drizzle

greening light —
forgotten leaves
awaken

fresh breeze —
winter is hung out
to dry

morning light —
tree buds break free
from silence