is she sleep
this angel
that stops time?

is she bliss
suspending
every thought?

or is she death
implacable
and final?

(Upon seeing a lithograph by Michael Parkes called "Angel That Stops Time")

cleaning out
dusty words and phrases
from memory's shelves

I kept them
because I told myself
they'd come in handy

now they're gone
I see the heart that beat
when I was still young

a smile
spreads
across my face

reading
words
not predicted

a poet's
secret weapon:
surprise!

close my eyes
I'm not ready
for the world

unless
it sings me
a new song

close my eyes
and show me
silence

We
went traveling
you and I

saw sights unseen
holding hands
in secret

now home
your eyes
my journey's end

one eagle flies
ignoring
madness below

chaotic threads
of morning
rush hour

home awaits
unchanging
in the mountains

long
wandering
afar

long
wandering
through life

love's harbor
a soft
release

today
I am
optimistic

whatever
goes on
in the world

equinoctial goddess
Hretha
has blessed my house

(Moving from room to room she blesses, holding aloft a lucet blazing with light.)

these little folk
wishing Ostara
one month early

missing
the shining lady
of threads

welcome Hretha
goddess
of the equinox!

(There is a modern practice, totally at variance with historical custom, of wishing "Happy Ostara" at the Spring Equinox. This misses the traditional April celebration of Eostre/Ostara, and misses the chance to celebrate the March festival of Hretha.) 

see
how they bind
him

savior
crossed
by friends

Loki's name
poisoned
forever

(Autobiographical by Loki)

tiny
the hand
that grasped

old
the hand
that held

snow fell
on their
last moments

(Upon seeing a poignant moment after the Sendai earthquake)