January 28, 2020

the truth lies
in a field of frost lit to breathe
beyond the maples

January 20, 2020

raw vision
torn down and built again
tasting the rain

a distant thunder
spills into valleys green
the sun burned late

look close to see
invisible footprints
in the cement

pomegranate seeds
tasting sunlight for the first time
our hearts are green

copper sunset
burns into the water’s edge
language has spoken

dandelions dance
upon apocalyptic dirt
balanced gravity