chill moon —
trees rustle the colour
of the wind
May 2013
autumn light —
coolness filters through
butterfly wings
shallow stream —
leaf shadows drift
over stones
silent spring —
stillness hovers
in the wings
autumn night —
my eyes skim over
an endless sky
night rain —
older than last year,
the sound
morning mist —
a black swan shapes
its own past
pastel moon,
sinking into
a daydream
autumn night —
at the heart of it
this black hole
casting shadows
tonight's same old moon
doubting me
cowering clouds . . .
over the chasm's edge
a dream of flight
mirror mist —
an iceberg drifts
through my eyes
autumn rain
a grass blade resonates
within it
autumn dusk —
shadows become all
just like that
wordless night —
rain's sound enters
the pool's depths
being now the am which will have been
not so green,
a falling leaf spirals
through its is-ness
insomnia!
night conjugates 'to be'
through the tenses
stormy night —
the distance between
then and now
the night agape
with a poem's caesura . . .
light before dawn
distant voices . . .
the apparition of night
behind the door
morning mass —
dewfall stirs through
the wine
twilight bird!
through the bush a wind
shaping sound
morepork!
across the night
we are one
a mute child
finds it for me—
the way back
a cool night —
my daughter's moon flutters
on the fridge
after dusk
purple light rises
from the stream
cloud-robed moon . . .
it stalks me along
this path
autumn rain —
as the chatter ceases,
only her breath
gone!
love-lies-bleeding
in the mist
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