Tag: monostich

these feet stumble from thorns so that the ones behind us may walk in peace

two steps forward one step back the mad toad leaps forth

full moon the silver shimmer of rice fields

in the space between the silent river and this body a grey heron appears

winter in its talons the eagle flies into the dawning sun

the spring river barely disturbed by the eagle’s dive

soft enough to fail spring clouds drift apart

closer to flesh closer to the ground the clouds come down

sleepy faces smothered by the mist at dawn

equinox crows murder what’s left of winter