tidal waters go
pungent mudflats
tidal waters come
sweet sea air

take this in 
breath
take this in

buds have almost opened
the sun rises early
when did this happen
one day spring

the bird is losing its mind.
it was yesterday, too.
the grass is greener &
the buds are open.
the bird is losing its mind.

driftwood
polished white
by the sun
was there pity
in such an action

fog takes you

swimming in it

silhouette

then gone

rain on the verge of snow.

my tea lets go of curling steam.

forgiveness;
like the dead tree
felled by 
the strong winds.
it never says,
“you hurt me.”
rather, it says,
“thank you for the dance.”