see it dance
entranced forever —
a mayfly!
September 2012
this spring,
am I doomed to repeat
myself?
spring ...
the heat of the sun
awakens
war on terror —
intelligence leads him
to his heart
autumn showers —
a poet weaves in and out
of the dreamtime
on reflection
the image caught between
two mirrors
autumn shadow ...
something of her arrives
before her
spring evening —
the sound of a candle
after its flame
a dragon
turns domestic ...
lonely cloud
loose-lipped cloud
whispering its secret
with spray
resting up
over a vacant house . . .
vagrant cloud
prelude
to equinoxial gales
a fine drizzle
greening light —
forgotten leaves
awaken
fresh breeze —
winter is hung out
to dry
morning light —
tree buds break free
from silence
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