new year's dawn
light unknown 'til now
honeys night
day moon . . .
one half of it lost
in the blue
climate change—
the silence of the lambs
gnaws at my bones
temple bell—
the stone cold silence
it conceals
new year heat
my words take refuge
in the glib

making do with meeting ends

just the emptiness
left behind
moon-filled night—
clouds of unknowing
burn within
a divined stable
star-crossed gifts