Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling