February 2015

its is-ness
stained in metaphors
autumn dawn— 
behind my eyes light leaves
a yawning void 
herein the fountain
of youth
at odds with
the song of the earth
a lone cicada
summer haiku— 
wrestling with the word
of angels
aflame at dusk
a tui opens darkness
up to song
light filters through
a face palm
night rain
sans stars sans moon
sans souciance
shadow play— 
the moon, the tides
and I
once more
on the outer
day moon