the bite of frost — 
so what!
with dawn
my shadow
my leech
daylight moon —
white-washing the night
with a lie
dark night
a doleful cow
over the moon
solstice night —
what does it profit
amid the stars?
in its leaving
a day moon
city glow
fear leaves its own
carbon footprint
tattered shoes hang out
for 'p' labs
rosary beads
I enter my sixth

creation chanted out of a kumara

with cold comfort
the tribbling wood pigeon
lays me to rest
is this fading darkness
a universe
or a little death?
hush your mind!
the silence knows
who we are

spring cleaning —
examining his conscience
the prosecutor

(after a Basho hokku)

winter blues —
the day also
winter day-moon —
something I once heard
returns to haunt me
behind closed doors
the old prospector sieves 
a summer breeze
moonless night
the dramatic monologue
of a bagworm
the utter silence
of whiteness
a previous incarnation
the office worm