This broken life
has too much junk...

.
from that first delicious...

Hark now, the trees' prayer,
you can hear its sound...

eating greedily
from the acceptance table...

Venus floated into the room on a perfumed zephyr...
Thrust into a breathless storm, this princess...

.
Cheese, I thought...

Contrasting colours
of nature shine equally...

A blood curdling scream wakes me
with a terrifying start...

Wetness squelches
between my toes...

On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun...

...

Across the ice she slices gracefully,
Just like a ballerina on the stage...