haiku and other animals

Month: September, 2012

shake off the weight of sleep and say it yellow leaves


picking up a heavy book

the floor no longer lava

a little dish for pills where no moss grows

the crows silent suddenly bare oaks

autumn still so green a gleaming fork in the road

no one looking I still try to push the clouds

a patch of grey and now the whole sky grinding my teeth again

the weight of the pen

as I do nothing


the sound of gentle rain and bacon

back from the island the air of our home