Projections (Storm)

PROJECTIONS

MORNING WOODS

A static mood, in the morning woods,

Wet and clear-

In a majestic pattern, leaves are spellbound

By a fawn, ears perked.

STORM

A glimpse of giant laughter .. .

Forked lightning flares from teeth

As roar of thunder

Shrieks to silence.

DRIED WHISPERS

The icy gaze of the moon

Has stilled all things of night,

Save dried whispers

Of leaves that curl and fall.

SNOW

Fainter than hushed feet,

Stealing through my hazy dream,

Snow-

In the midnight woods.

Fun Fujita