Moon In Moon

before twisted trees
the moon is all web
swaying slightly
it will not
break free
tonight

in bright light
a moth of surprise
lands in desperate flutter
caught in its own death
it cocoons moon
in moon



JP
6/30/2010

Crisp

Crisp

sweetness lingers
in hesitations
of april winds
winter hay
horse
and
man

his apple such red
holds an open hand
the mare's wet breath
licking
in a crisper
wind

JP
6/30/2010