Welcome intruders parade across tan plaster.
The night, black as glass bodies, grows colder
with every flap of her hands.
Red silk, turning burgundy in buttered light,
rustles a merry music neath fine white frill
for this enchanting yearly yuletide thrill.
This meter’s snappy! What say you?
Its parallels are far and few!
At midnight, dawn, and twilight too,
an odist’s comrade through and through!
In truth its cadence is a bore!
It’s more or less an age-old snore.
Please put away this “two and four”
and just write!
on your person,
freezing under a tree
endlessly praying for someone
Fall Foliage in Tachikawa’s Showa Kinen Park/Japan
The world is such a wondrous place
when you unmask a fearful face!
Heed not the ruin of Reynard’s wail
for Morning’s Sword shall soon prevail!