there is my tree
i planted it some years ago

when i did 
i let nature decide if it would live

i left it
in the hands of the unknown

now after many seasons
it is strong

stronger than those 
planted with intention and hope

i left hope aside
and it is strong

 

the toy sword
gifted to me
as a child
rests in the corner
of my room
i am no longer
a child

anger
tears
laughter

tears
laughter
laughter

tears
anger
anger

 

the gray sky
holds a crow
gently in the
folds of
seamless clouds

pattern 
of melt-water
drip
dripping
breeze stirs
the chimes 
they brush against
the breeze falls
dripping
drip

the time since we
last saw one another
since then
how has life moved
for you
it moves everything
everything
for me
i am not sure
held somewhere
somewhere

the wind in the trees
speaks with a certain honesty. 
when it arrives,
and i feel it upon my face,
its words are unchanged. 

how far must skeletal
branches reach to the
touch silvery moon?

a cloud
too graceful
to be gray
what do i know
of gray

gray morning
hot tea
my thoughts aside
watching for sunlight
licking sweet tea
from my lips
i want to hold time
just still it enough
so the daylight crawls
never fully arriving
and my tea
never gets too cold