Day 23

April 23, 2018

I wonder if the beams from streetlights singe your fine needles, exhaust you, if only true dark can heal you

Day 22

April 22, 2018

rushing her work, damp snow plunges through night air, knowing full well her fate is to dissolve and river-away come …

April 16, 2018

how many times have I walked through a drizzle- dreary day like this — ice floes across pavement slip me …