March 2013

hermit crab
a child on the rocks
hugs herself

fallen house
a mayfly drifts by
on its ripple

milky way
a snail shell spirals
within me

autumn rain
the colour splashing
from her steps

autumn rain
the last of my childhood drips
from a magnolia

a tuatara
stares into the other side
of nothing

incoming tide
the meaning of these words
parts from them

ah, so soon!
yesterday falling
about me

greying days —
am I flowing along with
the river's flow?