April 2016

unseen trees seed the dark

a moth enters my waiting

word-spent
the womb-held absolute
womb-held

without cause
the sound of water . . .
just the words

 

autumn wind
deepening the sound of
an empty bottle

before leaf shed the plumage light retains

in a mosquito's buzz
the strand of my thoughts
pierces hers

burnt haiku
escape their failings
as they rise

star-struck night –
on earth the light shed
to banish them

loneliness nestles into listening

 

ancient wisdom –
helplessly age succumbs
to extinction

a battered butterfly stalks dead blooms

tonight's moon
and something new
under the sun

mountain fog –
an aberrant will
forking paths

a feijoa's sublime nymphomania of words

angelus bell –
the flesh tone
of my limits

dew-fall night without the moon

moonless night –
spiders search out
for my heart

in silence
a new moon's
echolalia

 

a tomcat
trots out unseasonal references
at the witching hour