Snowflakes are dancing as they come spiraling...
like tiny ballerinas all dressed in white gowns...
music is to the mind what earth is to flowers
what you might find in April...
Heart shivered
as jack frost...
...desiccated earth
where the river used to flow...
Tears welled behind my
scuba glass: a seahorse...
what awaits the night
of my radiant dreams...
I've reverted my yard
to a bush block...
So beautiful
dying leaf...
Harmonizing winds
transform within pastel clouds...
I stand there on the doorstep watching the light...
My toxic smoke rises away on currents, it thins...
A name breaks on the tip
of a pen...
Over Mirror Lake
morning sun rose...