Passing Buddha [Lyric Poem]

The train is speeding down the line.
Gold Buddha glints in the sunshine.
Jarring is the train whistle’s whine,
we plunge into a dark tunnel.

Dusky Valley [Haiku]

dusky valley:
only silvery waters
have shape & hue.

Racing Darkness [Haiku]

longtail boat
putters home at day's end,
racing darkness.

Town Square in Winter [Haiku]

Winter's eve:
town square vacant;
only the church is lit.

Short Days [Haiku]

winter afternoon:
light drains away before
the sun is down.

River Drift [Haiku]

shapes shift on
metal waters until
darkness wins.

Sunny Side [Haiku]

light on my face,
i look across the dark valley
to sun-fringed mountains.

“Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost [w/ Audio]

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Spark in the Dark [Free Verse]

Through the inky night,
 flies an orange spark.

And then there's darkness
 once more.

And then a spray of sparks
 arc through the dark.

And then there's darkness
 once more.

And then there is a flame,
 and darkness is held at bay...
  tentatively.

Dark Valley [Haiku]

in the dark valley,
eyes settle on the one hilltop
 graced by sunlight.