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?

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

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

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

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