November 2012
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a shadow
of some former self —
falling leaf
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fall, leaf, fall . . .
nourish the shadows
with colour
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river fog —
the wonders before me
becoming my past
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false start —
an early butterfly
in the storm
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shadow player —
this flickering candle
full of fury
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dappled dawn —
a fledgeling falcon
spreads its wings
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morning breeze —
sunlight trickles from
fresh young leaves
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this same darkness
filling space between stars —
altarwise lamp
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bird-live spring —
in the undergrowth
a gecko barks
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lingering
within dewdrops,
morning light
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starless night —
a morepork measures out
its emptiness
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moonlit valley —
what visions arise now
within shadows?
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shadow dance —
a dragonfly crosses
the sun
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crest of dawn —
sprouting vegetables
break new ground
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dewdrop dawn —
spider webs too rent apart
garments of praise
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woman's curse . . .
the earth brings forth
her losses
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passing through
shape-shifting clouds . . .
paper tigers
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my shadow
stretches beyond me . . .
end of spring
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the cow trough
reflects a leaping frog —
pregnant silence
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thunderstorm —
within this shelter
a poet's voice
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morepork,
chant our leitmotif
through this night
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morepork —
grief's leitmotif weaving
through the night
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by the rippling sea
a girl fades with the sunset -
dark the comet flares
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spring ends —
the sighs of loss
by a stream
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autumn wind . . .
this mea culpa
of falling
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night wind —
sprawling over the city,
endless space
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one mirror
swims within another . . .
moon-filled lake
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desolate beach —
moonlight ripples among
drifting kelp
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nightshade . . .
the efflorescence
of sky
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blossoms blaspheming rent their garments of praise