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


vacation—
just the emptiness
left behind

moon-filled night—
clouds of unknowing
burn within

first-footing
a divined stable
star-crossed gifts

legal eagle
the fine print appears
less blurred

drop by drop cloud-fall of joy


 

summer light . . .
this path turns away
from the feast

cave weta . . .
the tenuousness
of light

in flight the colour of what was


 

cloud fade—
the shapeshifting light
of being
autumn sun—
exoticism blooms
from an oak
this moon too
it all comes to
cloud-choked night—
closed eyes recreate
the expanse
early bird
birthing the world
into which 
it sings