Dusk of the old.
Dawn of the new.
Resolutions like
Ice sculptures
Chiseled by
Noble dreams.
Some melt under
The trying heat of
The sun.
Others thrive and
Grow under
Cold, calculated
Dedication.
Winter
Spring
Summer
Autumn
Set the tone.
Yet you are
The composer
Of the New Year

( Haiku )*

1
black God

Huge cumulus clouds,
Exploding into the blue,
  .  .  .  Shadowed by raven


2
valley morn

Dark hands working fields,
Raven tracing mountain crests,
  .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake


3
Raven spell

Dark sound raven makes,
Chortles top fir tree, haunting—
  .  .  .  Druids incantation


4
unfaithful

Snow covers valley—
Solitary raven staining world,
  .  .  .  Love has turned black


5
outcast

Many years alone,
Suddenly— old thoughts of her,
  .  .  .  Lone raven in sky


6
mischief

Lone raven cackles  .  .  .
Clouds splinter across the sky,
  .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods


7
marked

Full moon crowns tall pine,
Raven landing in cross hairs,
  .  .  .  Dark angels halo


8
Loki

Raven knows a charm,
A child's costume jewelry,
  .  .  .  Colours a black eye


9
tall tale

Zenith of winter—
Lone raven in naked tree,
  .  .  .  Spring only legend


10
dark angel

In his feathered dress  .  .  .
Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,
  .  .  .  Even eyes are black

ode to the flower next to belladonna
the trees on south-facing mountain slopes
silently musing into the nights and not
the avalanche's daughter whom the hills
sing praises and woes

her soul's a quiet unison, meno mosso
a choir and composer spun through
***** pipes, doors cracked and never
fully closed, (there's light beneath the
lids...) she'd like to think of herself as
the wind but she's content as still air
between prayer beads--

and if not the star dust--then who? why else
do we call pauses rests? Why then is there
beauty in fermattas? In crescendos that vibrate
the material of the immaterial--if such things
happened to be true for the unwild and untangled
the perpetually pianissimo, the leading and kerning--
because she would much rather be an empty vessel
or a plate without food, a seed or a grape on a vine
because neither go without lords or masters and

she is not her own.