autumn deepens . .
while the moon and I meet
sounds of wailing


 

deepening autumn . . .
more than I can linger with,
the moon on the lake


 

sighing willow . . .
dawn goose steps once more
into a dream


 

distant thunderstorm . . .
heartbeats enter the tunnel
at the end of light


 

sinking stone . . .
what words left out
speak my name?


fitful sleep —
my desire becomes
the moonlight


endless sky —
the moon for a time
my pivot


 

autumn wind . . .
a flute enters the edge
of its sound


 

early snow . . .
a stillborn's coffin
descends softly


 

crushed silence . . .
magpies too wait out
the first frost


 

morning frost —
the voice I listen for
in the sun's rising


 

first frost —
a poet picks up manna
word by word


first frost —
the earth's purity
crackles


tunnel vision . . .
I thread meaning
from the dust


 

from alpha
to the omega —
the way home


 

deepening night —
a world of names enters
the nameless


 

sun strike —
the road ahead flares
into light


 

midnight chill . . .
an incoming tide
but still no moon


 

a praying mantis
sways in the cathedral
of her hands


 

autumn dusk . . .
I pass by shapes
I should know


 

just for now,
a rainbow being
just itself


 

shhhh!
a leaf's death throes
ride the breeze


 

digging deeper a death knell untold remains


 

dust particles —
I drift with my thoughts
through a sunbeam