April 2016
unseen trees seed the dark
a moth enters my waiting
word-spent
the womb-held absolute
womb-held
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
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
a tomcat
trots out unseasonal references
at the witching hour