December Poems

4 Dec 2007


A thin film of mist on cold water.

Bone dry air on a cool winter day.


Steamy mornings. cold steam.

The lake is steaming in the cold dawn.


Misty wisps on wintry morns.





5 Dec 2007



Veiled seas under clear skies

The night was sharp, clear and cold.

The moon was unreasonably bright.

A bright firefly astride a quarter moon.

Planetshine. Moonshine. Starshine.

A quarrelsome moon.


Love Poems

Where the Dragon Flies go to Die

By the pool of dreams in the cool of the evening

where the dragon Flies go to die.

White birds rise like fleeing souls

and skim the boundary between life and death

calling as though for something lost.

Evening snapped on through a bloodless sunset.


Sparse and reluctant stars rim the periphery of the sky.


It is a cloudless night.