haiku moon —
a morepork recites
to its own

under the moon
her hands cup the gift
of her self

awakening
from such light caress
a peony's folds

gaping wound —
a poem
without the moon

what of it?
cherry blossoms
and the moon

wild honey —
how the clover glows
in her eyes!

keeping still
I deepen my roots
in the void

my footprint
as if it matters
I once am

rising tide
eyes awash with the moon
two by two

my footprint
soled, souled, sold
silting up