October 2012

waning crescent —
she too reflects now
some other light

through darkness
the ache of spring dawns —
earth-breaking bulbs

primal night —
only a fragrance
lingers

fragrant breeze —
the prosody of dreams
seeding worlds

breaking dawn —
birdsong pieces together
fragments of silence

tui,
do you sing praise
or lament?

why this spring
are my days shorter?
waxeyes sipping dew

over lunch
birds of a feather . . .
bitter spring

spring dawn —
the slow honeying
of light

a mayfly
lifts off its past —
vagrant breeze

night falls
within my arms —
hazy moon

setting sun —
as flowers close
stillness

entranced
at the heart of darkness . . .
a glow-worm

ebbing tide —
all that remains
to be seen

afternoon delight —
a tui explores the depths
of kowhai

your mirth, fantail,
squeezes the juice
out of day

birdsong
stretches beyond itself. . .
this gilded cage

warmer days and
along the horizon
banking clouds . . .

as worms rise
the pavement darkens —
falling clouds

rain forest —
a stick insect moves
with reverence

before these
what songs were sung here?
lilac blooms

bubbling up —
music of the spheres
from the ooze

summer night —
crickets measure out
the void's heat

morepork cry —
moonlight drenches
a chill wind

morning waders —
the coolness of waves
beyond black swans

having shaped trees,
sunrise colours lilac
and asphalt

dawn chorus —
the sound of trees
shaping light

white noise —
the pulsing of stars
long gone

white noise —
heavy rain rasps moss
from the roof

dew-fall —
a sparrow feeds
on breadcrumbs