blows the wind

blows the wind

by winter

enthralled, trees

shed at end

of day, end

of summer

world fall-filled,

newly chilled,

crescent moon

disappears

all too soon.

Failure

The leaves are falling too early!

Strewn, green and pliant,

they drift to summer lawns

to wither and die.

Heavily falls failure when,

not yet the season of death,

impatient winds tear and shred,

suck dry life's tender

breath.

Diminished Vision

Dark lines dancing

on the edge

of distortion,

Slight things

not really there

darting just beyond

my searching

stare

when suddenly,

sidelong glancing,

I'm filled with

fear.

Sight Persists

In small cells it grows

glows in vitreous seas

like phosphorescent slugs

by currents released

holding all the motion, color,

loveliness

of the captured world,

until noticing, at last,

I see.

Vision

In the raw air of crystal dawn

the sun devours waning night

with dragon-song,

and rises to cerulean heights

to the vaulting domes            

of eternal sight.