Kanashibari

awake in the dark
so transfixed by the vision
I can’t make a sound

the crickets silenced-
a specter looms
o’er my footboard

Leaves

I am but a leaf
countless among the masses
on the tree of life

approaching autumn-
spring leaves
begin to fall

Time

a rain-soaked highway-
the skeletal hand of fate
cuts another thread

trapped in amber-
mountains are as
grains of sand

Reincarnation

a thousand lifetimes
wasted following the path
of least resistance

spring dawn-
first sunrise
seen again

Mourning

cold tears of mourning
mix with the rain as I turn
my face to the sky

false dawn-
I’m sill here
without you

Emptiness

nothing left at home
save the old chair and sofa
that I brought with me

vacant memories-
cobwebs cling
to empty shelves

Passing

one flame extinguished
while another adds it’s light
to the firmament

eyes downcast-
black armbands
wet with rain

White

thin fringes of white
ring the brow of the mountain
furrowed by the past

white cliffs-
the sun glints
off the sea spray

Cemetery

blackbirds in the trees-
pebbles left on your headstone
in remembrance

knees in the soft earth-
I clear away
the weeds and leaves

Religion

knelt down before you-
my voice offered as a sign
of my devotion

scorched copper sky-
blood I’ve spilled
on your alter