Buried 'neath the woodland snow
Where ice can't reach and winds don't blow...
Amber leaves
tumble from octopus limbs...
Ode to the Pine Tree
Proud of the earth...
In the quiet of winter's end,
Where frost once claimed its reign...
Tell me how have these
lilies learned geometry...
There are many things, that I own
Which accumulates over the year...
The torches are blazing
the blades are alight...
To touch and have the power to transform
that which I touched into fresh water...
pink blossoms bow down
as I lie here silently...
Grey feels heavy, it's depressing
the air is weighing on my chest...
beneath leathered glass
majestically swimming...
It’s come around, it’s here once more
The season I’ve been waiting for...