the waters

i tested the waters

dipping my toes

but the lake was made of silence

that had turned a perfect blue

days

the calendar blurred
the
boundaries between the
days;
we are
navigating silently,
where we are.

language

I could
but the key to the lock
was a
forgotten language
its words lost
to time and silence.

of becoming

shadows

of hands reaching

to face

of naked flesh

of hands to body

of being

and of becoming

the snow

The snow
had fallen overnight.
I was asleep.
I was away.
Somewhere far away.
Why always
away?

birds

the sky is getting lighter, and the day has just begun.

the birds woke me up early.

the sky is getting lighter, and the day has just begun.

how could i be upset with the birds?

drip

pattern
of melt-water
drip
the breeze stirs
the chimes
they brush against
bare branches
the breeze slows
melt-water
dripping

silhouettes

silhouettes of trees

dusk

blue sky fading

branches breathe in the

wind

wind

the wind
passes through
the trees
bare branches
sway
then the house
starts to creak
we are
talking

the snow is deep

the snow
does not pile up
It was never meant to last
but I lose track of where it
falls across the fields
the ones untouched by wanderers
unmarked except for
a tree that breaks up the
rolling surface
there, the snow is deep
It was meant to be there