April 2016

ancient wisdom –
helplessly age succumbs
to extinction

a battered butterfly stalks dead blooms

tonight's moon
and something new
under the sun

mountain fog –
an aberrant will
forking paths

a feijoa's sublime nymphomania of words

angelus bell –
the flesh tone
of my limits

dew-fall night without the moon

moonless night –
spiders search out
for my heart

in silence
a new moon's
echolalia

 

a tomcat
trots out unseasonal references
at the witching hour