December 2012

winter dawn
a butterfly wakes up
in my dream

coming in
and going out . . .
winter moon

the cold!
my breath follows me from
room to room

night diving . . .
the sound of birth pangs
from the void

writing
through the night
plunges into

moon shadows . . .
night stretches from my hand
in pencil strokes

fantail!
why this twittering?
unmarked path

summer glare —
between my fingers
tiger blue

into the fugue —
the rustling counterpoint
of a breeze

summer breeze
weaving into my room
a silent music

virgin bush —
a fantail flits into
rustling sounds

chill silence —
star after star seeps
into the night

midsummer night —
a child's laughter bubbles
through the stillness

lovers' leap —
tadpoles flick through
water sounds

Mount Taranaki
even mistier than
my coffee cup

summer heat —
fevered syllables
pound the earth

setting sun —
an alley cat sprays
at the moon

western wind —
what bird rummages through
the ruins now?

stretching beyond
the tug of wind and tide —
an albatross

take lessons
from the weeping willow —
summer storm

transforming
day after day . . .
ancient rocks

riding away
on a rocking-horse winner . . .
the setting sun

autumnal dream . . .
a motorcycle fades
into the sunset

mowing lawns . . .
a fantail twitters
between the sounds

fading mist —
tourist faces merge
with their plane

wordless day . . .
my shadow moves
around me

late instar —
a chrysalis bursts
at the seams

dawn —
the final refrain
of mystery

summer breeze . . .
a dead butterfly
takes flight

olive grove —
silence oozes out
from silence