Evening Stroll

Late night walk
Wearing shades.
My route penetrates
The perimeter
Of a spectral landscape.

Seeing through my glasses
Darkly, a vision filled with
The glow of unnumbered,
Unknown souls
Which resolve with decreasing
Distance into hundreds of
Candles in their
Protective lanterns
Flickering
In a
Graveyard.

Though in a far-northern land
My mind fills
With images of Mexico's
Day of the Dead.

Only here there are no
Dancing skeletal
Marionettes or
Fragrant candy skulls.

Haiku #407

Nice elephant soap 

Moonlight blue cools all it sees 

Trade winds bring seasons

Haiku #406

The leaves turned traitor 

Her eyes colder than moonlight 

Night crashed, fell like hail 

Haiku #405

Earth welcomes us all 

Death's only transformation 

Life shines through roses 

Sapientia Cotidie Oritur

Now, be born as

The past returns 

On sandals worn.

Circle that which burns 

For heat cleanses forms.

In holy flame you turn 

As anterograde sights

In the sparkling night.

Trust in the gilded light, 

Dance now left 

And to the right,

Dance until the 

Yawning morn when 

The Sun again shall 

You adorn.…

Haiku #404

Those who rule us do 

Because we allow them to 

Suss this human zoo 

Haiku #403

Overhear to see 

Domesticity set free 

Dream that lust's a need