Sometimes in the darkness
as I exit my room,
that early morning run to
relief,
I think I hear a voice
speaking to some other
not me
a whispering just beyond
my threshold
beyond me
just beyond
I pause in my journey
hoping to catch a glimpse
an understanding of
quiet ghosts
who so kindly whisper
as I sleep.
The roosters
Roosters crow
in the bamboo trees
announcing that glint
of morning
creeping slowly
across the sky
“Another night conquered”
they call
with such roostery bravado that
the moon was seen to wink
as she pulled her cloudy quilt
and snuggled into bed.
White Bird
White bird
you fly in
on a chance breeze
and stand in haughty
silence
on the cattle backs
but we know you
waiting for a meal
elegant beggars
are beggars still
Old Dog
Lazy afternoon~
The old dog snores
chasing the silence.
gone
gone –
my love flutters
lost as a butterfly
in a field
without flowers
a wakeful night 