May 2013

morning frost —
the voice I listen for
in the sun's rising

first frost —
a poet picks up manna
word by word

first frost —
the earth's purity
crackles

tunnel vision . . .
I thread meaning
from the dust

from alpha
to the omega —
the way home

deepening night —
a world of names enters
the nameless

sun strike —
the road ahead flares
into light

midnight chill . . .
an incoming tide
but still no moon

a praying mantis
sways in the cathedral
of her hands

autumn dusk . . .
I pass by shapes
I should know

just for now,
a rainbow being
just itself

shhhh!
a leaf's death throes
ride the breeze

digging deeper a death knell untold remains

dust particles —
I drift with my thoughts
through a sunbeam