rain all day
I carve the darkness
from a peach

retreating glacier--
how long since we've heard
the black wolf's song

storm on the lough
streetlamps on Seaview
lit by sunrise

the sun                                 
and the mountain
do this:

dawn swim—  
making a butterfly of water 
of light

cold Aegean sun–    
the temple
half stone, half shadow

dedicated to the moon    
I rise
without a decent alibi

sun in the bones
of a darting minnow
my cell phone rings

fading daylight—
an oarsman’s ballad
drifts ashore

November cherry blossom –
what was I thinking?

leaving the movies-
believing this world
is the real one

the moon is broken
Battersea Power Station
from a train window

theater of the absurd all the roles played by the moon

Bitter cold morning – 
Some of the sunrise compressed
With the trash

chiaroscuro…
my dark side a shade
darker

hoar frost
the dead spider drawn
into a star

Christmas songs
deepening
the loneliness

          all over
what little light a star has
          for us

dead end the grip of miscalculated stars

tasting –
she sticks her tongue out
at the winter

winter's end
light pulls back
to the surface

first dawn alone–
the widow eats his half
of the orange

dappled sunlight
the broad back of the man
picking snowdrops

Adding another shade
of white to winter
the gull.

winter sunlight
a priest blesses
father's eyelids

Epiphany
the unsaid between us
extinguished

as if the moon
had a hundred moons . . .
lantern festival

speckled egg 
the sunlight
on my thoughts

where the sun is a myth
a haiku grows
in a dog's ear

not quite dawn 
the milky breath of
a newborn calf

up to the summit up to a hawk's cry up to the sun