Rejoice

the morning birds may sing their songs
which those birds of the day have lost
but come the evening, come the dark
they trade libretto as a host
that when the sun doth rise again
each tiny heart will hold its voice
among the choir that praises dawn
a thousand voices as one rejoice

Omens

dark omens I see
wraiths in clouds and smoke and fire
they are but my dreams

Night of the Huntress

softly purring pussy gently
sitting on the bed
sometimes she licks my fingers
sometimes she licks my head
although I think she loves me
or needs me at the least
I can’t help think the licking
is precursor to a feast.

Ashes

in gardens green my heart must burn
its ashes to cast on the wind
that my spirit should in turn
among the zephyrs some peace find.

Dawn

bring the quiet dawn
then fill it with the birdsong
to waken morning

rescindi nequeat

drunk in youth
sober with age
the years bring truth
and wisdom sage

Goðafoss

molten silver falls
from the gods, thunder crashing
into clouds below

Princess

upon my shoulder
she purrs as she rests her head
my feline princess

Haiku Aphorism

the virtue of words
lies not in their poetry
but the truths they tell

Awakening

a shaft of sunlight
drapes across your naked form
and awakens me