The Red Leaf

red as a heart
peeking above
cold winter snow
I don't know
the translations
but it's movement
moved tears

Woodpecker

a red headed woodpecker
pecks on limbs of an ancient oak
suckling fresh worms

and in this grand moment
of clicking and clawing

he pecks at me quietly
pulling out the flesh of my own frustration
ruminating words on a summer afternoon

Masquerade

tinting and teasing
fireflies arouse the sky
fools sit in masquerade

in the tint of their own texture
they recreate the scene
laughing at this obscenity of light

Celestial Matter

singing through the windows
of a decayed youth

divinity revealed itself

playing the strings
of a celestial matter

in measures of orchestral dust

Substratum

I wrap the pavement
and push upon petals

strangling roots

suffocatting
the substratum
of my own self