winter dawn
a butterfly wakes up
in my dream
December 2012
coming in
and going out . . .
winter moon
the cold!
my breath follows me from
room to room
night diving . . .
the sound of birth pangs
from the void
writing
through the night
plunges into
moon shadows . . .
night stretches from my hand
in pencil strokes
fantail!
why this twittering?
unmarked path
summer glare —
between my fingers
tiger blue
into the fugue —
the rustling counterpoint
of a breeze
summer breeze
weaving into my room
a silent music
virgin bush —
a fantail flits into
rustling sounds
chill silence —
star after star seeps
into the night
midsummer night —
a child's laughter bubbles
through the stillness
lovers' leap —
tadpoles flick through
water sounds
Mount Taranaki
even mistier than
my coffee cup
summer heat —
fevered syllables
pound the earth
setting sun —
an alley cat sprays
at the moon
western wind —
what bird rummages through
the ruins now?
stretching beyond
the tug of wind and tide —
an albatross
take lessons
from the weeping willow —
summer storm
transforming
day after day . . .
ancient rocks
riding away
on a rocking-horse winner . . .
the setting sun
autumnal dream . . .
a motorcycle fades
into the sunset
mowing lawns . . .
a fantail twitters
between the sounds
fading mist —
tourist faces merge
with their plane
wordless day . . .
my shadow moves
around me
late instar —
a chrysalis bursts
at the seams
dawn —
the final refrain
of mystery
summer breeze . . .
a dead butterfly
takes flight
olive grove —
silence oozes out
from silence
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