Moonflower milk white
petals soft unfurl
in a dark land
like a girl
in an alley
counting coins.

Interrupting the dark
opals bright
from another sky
the night
is broken by
a gift of snow
quiet streets
surprised laughter
from the girl
counting coins.

A single flower
in the night
bright as a moonbeam
and as fleeting
petals chill
fall deep
in the dark
of the city.


Snowflake Sounds

I was thinking about how some sounds are so much louder than others- and sometimes it’s not the ones we’re ‘supposed’ to hear, or maybe want to hear, that dominate our perception.

I’m listening to
the snowflake tearing
through icy air
while water pulls up
through trees
creaking towards
the sun.

My own pulse
and soft breath
whisper my
toenails growing
joints creaking
old rocking chairs.

I’m listening with every
cell in my eyes
nerve in my ears
even with my nose
you said

you’d leave and
somehow the sun
drowned out your
words you packed
a suitcase but
it was lost in
the dance of
dead leaves in
a forest far.

Now I turn up
the radio and hear
only your heartbeat
though an ocean
roars between us.

A new rain

Like a new year, rain brings us promise, washing away dirt, dead leaves, old memories. The world is greener after a rain, and a fresh scent is in the air. Happy New Year to everyone- may a fresh, green, growing start to 2013 be with you all!

Long-fingered green
goddess hands
with rings of silver
drop tears
on the leaves and

Shaking her bangles
a tinkling of rain.

Silver-ringed hands
are stars that flowers
navigate by
equal jewels to
diamonds in the sky.

Young buds unfurl
green to orange sunset
her fingers paint
colours on the earth
and wash the dirt
where we stood
even sidewalks
gleam with silver.

Her breath a night breeze
sweet jasmine scent
she slips away
the air is still
the dusty day
holds its breath.

Our steps grind
dirt leaves blood
where it stands
dead leaves dry
sidewalks grey.

A tinkling of rings
flowers bloom
in the pavement

She cries
a new day.