Daybreak Walk

Oak leaf
caught on railing splinter—
strange branch!

Dew masks the grass
footsteps on the path.

Upside down
birch trees line the shore.
A boat glides by.

Black stone cleaves water
a triple skip!

Gull cries
stone falling toward bottom
ripples widening.

In the Fullness

I am created over and again 
by every lightspill under thunderclouds 
and by the clouds themselves sighing 
on the river, by every explosion 
of eagle from the ancient white pine 
and by the pine itself which shushes 
the wind’s complaint.

O the bullfrog drums in his throat
and wolves’ voices bell
against the darkening moon. My blood howls.             
Ganglia, epidermis, organs, bones
remember.  There
was the beginning, and here,
here it comes again.

All Hallow’s Eve

Moonlight
touches gravestones
like pale fingers tracing
names into faces, forgotten,
grieving.

September

The geese
were silent
shadows
trailing
dusk
from fevered
wings