September 2017

spring bulbs
and still the words 
ache in us
only when 
it enters us
the cold

prayer in fits of ineffability

late afternoon
my shadow falls deeper
into debt

season word
I transplant my heart
into foreign soil

obverse mind
a dusting of light
on the matter

on solid ground
my eyes circumnavigate

spring greeting —
my echo awaits
my response

narcissus . . .
the truth that lies
in her eyes

here now
the absence i personalised

here today
and gone tomorrow
this hiatus
remote valley
pylons empowered
stride the hills
spring days
stretching out
the light
requiem mass
no objectivism
in this grief

death in spring —
clouds clot horizons
closing in

her myrrh
embalms in words
a moment

blossoms all sprung out

all Greek to spring the scapegoat's song

without a thought i step out of this ism