mossy boulder
the softness and hardness
of life
Month: October 2011
the skip of a skipping stone alpine swifts
abbey ruins
through a window frame
a tuft of wild barley
pink moon
i am asked again
why i’m not a mother
how cleverly the word divides us
Twilight
twilight
and it gives off the kind of hot chill one can get at times of transition… (part of a haibun)
Grey dawn
climbs the sky
bird over bird.
moving day—
untangling bookmarks
from the brass doorknobs
moving through
the summer moon
slow swell
attention
standing tall in a stiff breeze
ixias
today slips
into the room ? hungry
on tiny paws
(haiga)
thunderbolt---
eyes light up
in the pine tree
night paddling the land blacker than the sea
overnight
the leafing returns
to this dying oak
beneath my hand
such desire for spring
where creek willows weave the sunlight ducklings
falling rain
grandma goes upstairs
step-step
a new path—
little bones
around the fox’s den
frost on the furrows
up to the vanishing point—
sunrise