April 2019

dawn vigil
all the unknowns
melt away

hushed at dawn
a baptismal fire
arises

Easter dawn
silence is pregnant
no more

a new dawn
the moon sinks prostrate
before it

Paschal Moon—
Death,
wherein lies your sting?

six minutes . . .
the very stones
cry "no more"

spring thaw
what was lost here
in silence

a sapling
rooted in nothing
but absence

a crow rants
from the dead centre
of a deluge

nagging thirst
as if a cool spring
would burst forth

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jc2sQuOEPY

summer burns out
having found no fulfilment
in such warmth

crest-fallen sky
a finger-scrawl of clouds . . .
autumn ends

as if silence
could ever be enough
all night vigil

harvest moon
a pumpkin vine retraces
its origins

not yet spring
yet see how its absence
appears

winter thaw . . .
gutters brim over
with gaiety

in hushed tones
a promise of colour
quickens the sky

cold hard facts
yesterday's atrocities
today's warmth

the winter tree—
a veteran climbs down
to see no more

"Tom's a-cold"—
ashen snowflakes melt
on each tongue

linen shroud . . .
snowed under with ranks
of body bags

dawn    —   distinct
instinct —   indistinct
dusk    —   extinct

air moves in
to fill the unsaid
within the words

autumn flies—
a wringing of hands
as death nears