In the silence,
of a winter moon
we wrap up in whispers
unpack an old quilt
patchworked with a scent
of old people
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Category: Poem
Moon light paper
A winter moon
Gift wrapped
In silence;
Smoothly creased
Well handled
A quiet reflection
Coloured yellow
Red hot coin
Please, please inside
My house is yours,
Hang your masks on the wall
Throw away your armour
The neighbors don’t mind the clatter
They’re all deaf, you see
Their silence hangs
Like a red hot coin, straight from the fire;
A star hanging over them
From it a thousand beam of illumination
Crescent
Whispers in an ancient language
Trees clocked under mist
A half moon lingers
The cat closes his eyes again
And turns his head
Sliver
A spider’s web
From thorn to thorn
Silver and empty
Like the space
In the eyes of skin
A snake has shed
Then the leaves shuffles
They no longer part
And the image
Is gone
Pursuit
Frozen in amber
An ant’s pursuit
It’s doom
Night Walk
Journey by moonlight
As it spills through the highway
So many boulders
Yet,
The river finds it’s way.
The blues
Blue balloons
Drift to hide,
Covered up in
A blue sky,
Shimmering,
Burning under glaze,
Brush strokes
On a vase.
Cloud Type
Over a sunken canoe
pass cumulus clouds
Hastening winds
chase their shadows
up the hills
So many meanings
in and out of sunlight
A pair of swallows
tear up
the sky
Still
A fallen leaf-
Unmoving
Around it
The water ripples.
A blemish on the mirror
But the river isn’t moving
A fire on it’s bank
Now in the water
The smell of burning leaves.
