May 2016

this –
our body

back to this
greenness bleeding
down each leaf

name be damned
the russet of leaves
in the wind

all at once
the rain
until now

by candle-light
words fall further than
               where we end

without the moon
I take a leaf out of
Basho's book

leafless now
a transplant seeks out
its roots

autumn leaves
           each day adazzle
     in doubt

birth of stars –
the sky means nothing
in seeming blue

dark autumn –
decay deepens its hold
over me