December 2012

virgin bush —
a fantail flits into
rustling sounds

summer breeze
weaving into my room
a silent music

into the fugue —
the rustling counterpoint
of a breeze

summer glare —
between my fingers
tiger blue

fantail!
why this twittering?
unmarked path

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

writing
through the night
plunges into

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

the cold!
my breath follows me from
room to room

coming in
and going out . . .
winter moon

winter dawn
a butterfly wakes up
in my dream