#1 - found
lost and found
candlelight flickers
over her
#2 - fence
between here
and the fence post
static whispers
#3 - fox
in this world
neither a foxhole
nor a nest
#4 - finch
on the wing
a twitter a halfinch
from my finger
#5 - flood
rising stream —
ancient archetypes
haunt my words
#6 - free
string theory —
a fly shakes free
from the web
#7 - fire
breath cloud —
at last my words
take fire
#8 - fork
parting ways
between two streetlights
my shadows
#9 - face
death mask —
the smile so beguiling
as if it knew
#10 flat
thunder struck
the sky billows up
in B-flat major
#11 free
free verse poet
her paper dress unfolds
before me
#12 fog
river fog —
a chiaroscuro of self
word by word
#13 full
the sea change
at full fathom five
through his eyes
#14 flag
autumn flag
the bones of Hone Heke
rattle away
#15 fruit
still falling
the fig-leafed flesh
of its fruit
#16 foot
unmeasured space
the sound of foot-falls
in the yard
#17 -- flea
secret tryst
my blood with hers
in the flea
#18 -- fade
by moonlight
the almostness
of her kiss
#19 -- follow
fallow field
our bodies follow
the seasons
#20 -- frog
frogpond —
a critic dissects
the haiku
#21 -- first
the sound of it
before it ceased to exist —
a big bang
#22 -- focus
a star
out of focus
out of itself
#23 -- float
the dark drift
of a floating point
between galaxies
#24 -- fly
winter sport —
the cries of the poor
to wanton boys
#25 -- fish
breaking fast —
the nets cast out
for new seas
#26 -- field
distant voice
in a potter's field
of dreams
#27 -- flock
fruit-stripped tree —
a flock of lambs gambol
to their slaughter
#28 -- feather
a baptism
of three white feathers
in my hair
#29 -- friend
in the storm
an orphan drawing
friendly fire
#30 -- fin
still the same
in French
crescent moon —
she encircles the darkness
only she can see
star-crammed sky —
all the words that come
to nothing
tundra —
the continuing thaw
of a single word
the vastness!
all that is concealed
by light
first light . . .
let what is
be done
first cause
before we had
the words
after dusk
silence expands the space
still left
clear water
to free simplicity
of the words
my hours
intoned by tuis
and moreporks
a fantail
among the shadows
my every move
star fire
arcing a self-made
finger tied
to the end of the world
a skein unwinds
beyond me
the echo of a song
once me
river fog —
a chiaroscuro of self
word by word
here it is
standing in for the moon
word for word
sea shimmer
after the moonlight:
a dearth of words
yesterday yawns
behind me
with this kiss
Danaë takes shape within
her chrysalis
into the vernacular
the weight of words