invisible world : you catch a glimpse : in the sunlit rain . #haiku

took a wrong turn amongst the clouds : the day is porous : it lets in light : here in the garden : mystery : surrounds you : like silk : sheets of falling light : through the sky : like between the bars : of a holding cell . #micropoetry

I’ve ceased to surprise myself

I’m tired of seeking but the truth / when you cage it refuses to sing

like lightning / the lilies / the moon

the lonely compass : I know the way : north

song-struck & reverent have you noticed the summer hills are the shape of bells? . #micropoetry

I’m in bed with the lilies

illegible fog — shorn of myself bowed at the altar of anticipation — & the trees, the trees subliminal wind a gray country, dead place — the singular flame here I am: I offer this — my earnest innocence — to the savagery of faith . #micropoetry

no song like sorrow & from wherever I am it’s a long way home . #micropoetry

invocalia / calling up / an echo . #micropoetry

that was my summer of restless invention — collapsing worlds : desert palace : flooded by tides . #micropoetry

rain comes : & the day narrows : to just this : a silver spoon : ringing a milky cup : of earl grey tea . #micropoetry

it wakes me again : that primordial ache I wander searching through the profound, silver hour before daylight deep in the forest of lilacs hunter’s bow strung like a harp desire : a wound : a tensing before the flower is plucked from the fog like music . #micropoetry

the hush precipitating dawn : between shadows : sky’s barest glow : imbued campus sleeps : sunken dew : coalesces from ether open storm drains exuding mist & here in the indistinguishable exhumed hour : light mistifies one window : orange an empty stairwell : emitting glow . #micropoetry

down in the depths of morning the storefronts all darkened . #micropoetry #liminalia

ethereal world : across the bridge into falling snow . #micropoetry

unendurable indelible fate : how slow : the snow . #micropoetry #liminalia

I shiver in my borrowed sweater . #micropoetry

what I know of you turns grey in the dusk #micropoetry

i’m sorry to intrude upon your waking — you close the book. you close the door.

inverted asphyxiation : as ever the sky the sky the sky #micropoetry

cold plums : in the shade of thunder . #dailyhaikuprompt

the invention of dreaming: the dusk : with antlers . #micropoetry