A Summer’s Field in Winter by Michael L. Utley

let us sift through summer’s solemn ashes let us scavenge rusted hopes from twisted hulks of yesterdays amid the swelter and the din of frigid silence as crows circle this broad swath the acreage of sorrow garden of the gods whose feckless mewling echoes ‘cross the eons and the seasons crumble into dust as autumn…

Odysseus by Michael L. Utley

I saw Odysseus sprawled on the sidewalk between The squalid little deli and the boarded-up All-night video place whose weather-stained Posters advertised GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS Amid obtuse indecipherable graffiti and A fallen constellation of multi-hued shards of Broken glass that crunched underfoot like Bone fragments The patina of snow about him Pristine in its absence…

Kintsugi by Michael L. Utley

In the winter hour Of my broken soul This fragile vase cannot contain My essence It sits cracked On the cornerstone of my hut Catching melting snow From which my heart drinks My soul, old and plain Cannot match the pace Of setting sun or rising moon Or brisk stream Nor can it Rival beautiful…

Hana no Niwa by Michael L. Utley

In the restless nights In the small flower garden Spider lilies weep Mournful beneath midnight moon Dreaming higanbana dreams They cry in silence Do they know for whom they grieve Do they remember It was you who planted them It was you who gave them life They are not alone In the soil of memories…

Shinrin-yoku by Michael L. Utley

I have bathed in forest’s em’rald essence I have nestled, secreted away, in Jade konara copse I have placed my palms Soft upon the scabrous skin of giants Whose slowly beating hearts have shattered stone Whose deeply delving fingers grip the earth In lover’s embrace Eternity is far too brief a time For such a…

Koto no Yume by Michael L. Utley

In dreamland forests of my soul I hear What deafened ears in waking cannot know A yearning in konara groves That lilts in silent soft-edged shadows calls The stream conversing with the hart has hushed Its liquid-silver voice now mute As herons ankle-deep in currents pause And reverently bow in pious prayer The insects cease…