morning breeze . . .
a candle flame
flickers still
March 2013
autumn dawn —
why this struggle to rise
from sleep's embrace?
haiku's birth—
a child fitting words
to bird song
through the night
death's chess pieces storm
my refuge
paper trail . . .
a night's emptiness
peters out
possum freeze . . .
night seals its shadow
to the road
stars, hide your fires
let not light see my dark
and deep desires
the milky way . . .
nothing more than
a vague fragrance
night fall . . .
leaf prints echo still
the dance
dangling leaf . . .
a threnody rises
from the earth
hanging moon . . .
thuds from mourner's shovels
echo the loss
stillness!
music strains beyond
its sound
autumn dusk . . .
shadows stretch across
the chess board
autumn moon —
a morepork finds itself
in shadows
this hand of mine,
what other shapes waste away
in autumn mist?
skimming dreams
dawn breaks over
my eyelids
autumn night . . .
the darkness itself drowns
in a radio
morning dew . . .
my reflection hangs
on each drip
with them all
I hang on every word
not spoken
sultry night . . .
words of kindness thicken
into syrup
night bird
is your cry the sound
of suicide?
lenten rest . . .
an earth dweller reflects
on the moon
milky way —
what brushstrokes to paint
the void, the stars?
brushstrokes
of darkening summer . . .
shadows fold in
song of summer —
a tone poem glides
through the words
milky way —
moths ascend the vortex
of candle-light
milky way —
my helter skelter
of dreams
milky way —
an eddy spirals
into itself
before dawn
the awakening of words
from their silence
dark night —
the word lacking flesh
enters silence
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