January 16, 2019

droplets fall onto
blank canvas of a gray dawn
footprints left behind

January 15, 2019

snow covered mornings
bare feet recall fresh cut grass
asleep in the earth

settling into fog
wind’s fingertips reach for cheeks
the world holds its breath

acquainted in rain
wind touches naked branches
death is innocent

coffee grounded
bitter becomes the new black
insomnia breaks

tall grasses whisper
beneath cypress branches
glimpsing ocean blue

mountains shift toward plains
the rain does not understand
lying under stars