dawn coolness . . .
first words air-brushing
the breath of god
May 2015
deep autumn:
clear water wells up
through darkness
mist-mired moon
another haiku
backspaced over
mother's day —
forest mist stretches
beyond the smog
skimming stone . . .
identity theft
in the air
roadside diner
bluebottles flash
briefly blue
look at this!
the one I am
in sleep
tone poem —
autumn rattles
into a mosaic
between stars
loneliness takes on
darker tones
spring rain
sound plip plopping
from the eaves
the moon tonight —
light's reiteration
of the incomplete
windless!
a child racing
the moon
offered up
quiet as a comet
her breath cloud
red leaves
now just the dark wine
of peace
prayer flags
the wind takes up
while words falter
may day —
a distress of leaves
labours on
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