Solitary pool
How deep does my metronome
Eternally drop?

Hovering thickly
Snow-laden mists enter me
Tasting of darkness

Hunched cold by a fire
Sweaty and hot, Orion
Hears timber dogs bark

What’s one syllable
More or less than seventeen?
Surely not Haiku

World as her oyster
What grains of sand will she plant
Investing for pearls

Silence between waves
Coursed through with cliff swallows
Chattering of food

Swollen Gibbous moon
Swinging low through treetop
Celestial passage

Distant raven clears its
Throat of wandering humid
Tree-topped ridge ghosts

Ivory saturated clouds
Lend winter warmth
Unveiling moonlight

One single cricket
Forgetting mortality
Strokes dusks heavenward

How many lifetimes
Of impermanence
Will one lowly self cling to?

Muted thunder-heads
Brilliantly glow with sunlight
Viewed through a rain plume

Helplessly held grasping
Moons vast gravitational
Revolution

Only revolution I can
Stomach, and barely able
At that

Serpentine hunger
Slithering Cormorant dives
Opalescent sea

Japanese maple leaves
Delicately float down
Upon this horseshit

Late autumn sumac
Tenacious scarlet leaves cling
Procrastinating...

One sip of coffee
Inspiration or bowels
Which will explode first?

Raking up the leaves
Unceremoniously
Gently floating down