dust particles —
I drift with my thoughts
through a sunbeam
May 2013
digging deeper a death knell untold remains
shhhh!
a leaf's death throes
ride the breeze
just for now,
a rainbow being
just itself
autumn dusk . . .
I pass by shapes
I should know
a praying mantis
sways in the cathedral
of her hands
midnight chill . . .
an incoming tide
but still no moon
sun strike —
the road ahead flares
into light
deepening night —
a world of names enters
the nameless
from alpha
to the omega —
the way home
tunnel vision . . .
I thread meaning
from the dust
first frost —
the earth's purity
crackles
first frost —
a poet picks up manna
word by word
morning frost —
the voice I listen for
in the sun's rising
crushed silence . . .
magpies too wait out
the first frost
early snow . . .
a stillborn's coffin
descends softly
autumn wind . . .
a flute enters the edge
of its sound
endless sky —
the moon for a time
my pivot
fitful sleep —
my desire becomes
the moonlight
sinking stone . . .
what words left out
speak my name?
distant thunderstorm . . .
heartbeats enter the tunnel
at the end of light
sighing willow . . .
dawn goose steps once more
into a dream
deepening autumn . . .
more than I can linger with,
the moon on the lake
autumn deepens . .
while the moon and I meet
sounds of wailing
autumn deepens . . .
too much to linger with,
moon on the lake
unable
to restrain the moon,
I lose sleep
the death throes
of homesick invaders:
leaf debris
straight jacket . . .
within a chrysalis
flitting dreams
fallen fig
the flower within
awakens
weaving through
the intoxication of light,
pilgrim moths
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