scented night —
a moth enters the hush
between stars

 

soundless by starlight —
the poet sipping darkness
from a mirror's eyes

 

losing heart
a loss of words
fills the air

 

first light
the fall from it
all around

 

last cicada . . .
the silence crackles
around it

 

lenten retreat . . .
a sparrow cocks its head
into silence

 

this morning
the open window
of her eyes . . .
I emerge from darkness
with gold-flecked wings

cattails - May 2014