December’s new moon—
 
a plunge into deep darkness
 
just before Christmas

 
 
 

finding a new shape
 
into which my darkness fits—
 
autumn slips away

 
 
 

October sorrow—
 
watching the full hunter’s moon
 
slip into darkness.

 
 
 

Tell me again why
 
I need to make this journey
 
through autumn’s darkness.

 
 
 

October sorrow—
 
watching the hunter’s moon slip
 
back into darkness

 
 
 

Ashes mixed with tears
 
the day the Twin Towers fell—
 
September darkness.

 
 
 

White paper, black ink—
 
deeper and deeper a crow
 
sinks into darkness.

 
 
 

Night of the new moon—
 
I stumble in the darkness
 
on my homeward way.

 
 
 

From the sun I learn
 
a narrative of darkness;
 
from the raven, light.

 
 
 

before the first stars
 
were strewn across the heavens
 
darkness deep and wide