Sunday, July 19, 2015

The Bamboo Hut Press, 2014

harvest moon . . .
crisp apples and wedges
of geese


at solstice
we share a glass
of sunlight


groundhog day
scattered flurries
of snowdrops


diving into sky
pearl fishers
and cormorants


blue moon . . .
wingprints on snow
and a tuft of fur


sundown
the wine-drenched sea
fills my cup


evensong
a choir of crickets
and wind


frozen reeds
the north wind plays
winter's flute


eclipsed
behind earth's eyelid
bloodshot moon


calypso orchid
on the forest floor
shadow dancing


ice chimes
the thawing lake
exhales


blossoms
of mock orange
peel open summer


coyotes wail
the old dog twitches
at my feet


lady slippers . . .
the way she dances
in her garden


listening deeply
to the poetry of water
i become a wave


ice wine
the fermenting
of memories


Christmas lights . . .
the shrivelled ghosts
of spiders past


mortar and pestle
grinding my teeth
into bonedust


icicle . . .
the melted taste
of you


the new year
counting calories
instead of stars


frost warning . . .
I add covers
to the rose bed


another year
another pound
of flesh


open window . . .
my nocturne tickles
the ivory moon


woodpecker . . .
he taps long red nails
on the bar


biting wind . . .
even the sun dogs
stay inside


polishing
my glass poems
until I see


a dragonfly
sips from my cup
I fly away




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