Friday, December 24, 2010

A cool conflagration 
roaring in the high canopy.
I melt in summer's forge.


Sunday, December 19, 2010


In the night that comes,
these trees will still be green,
this sky still blue.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Cypress pines - brushes
dipped in the infinite ink
of marine winds


Friday, November 12, 2010

on the warming lawn
various grasses compete
like warring kingdoms


Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Plumes upon the green Earth's helm
bending in the still chill wind.
-Poplars by the roadside.

('upon' is archaic but it sounds well with plume and poplar)

Tuesday, October 19, 2010


On the boundary
a hedge sends errant tendrils
toward the summer


Wednesday, June 16, 2010


high fine clouds like phoenix plumes
- a sickle moon scythes past lives
In afternoon blue


Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Who is the Poet?

No subject comes to mind -
the whole vibrating world's a poem
with sun and moon for metre.

Blue and Gray

Weeks of gray skies
brushed away by a cold blue wind.
New slates cover blue sarking.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Early Winter

a single shining sound
in the darkness before dawn,
- the rain-quickened stream


Monday, February 1, 2010

Perfuming the mind with depth
the wind from the sea
brings bursts of rain.