Life is
a snowflake
frail and
only ever
seen once
delicate and
deliciously unique
come now
let us
catch as
many as
we can
on tongue
and relish
in the
taste of
sweet serenity
Little
I do
not know
what there
is not
to love
once you’ve
learned to
love yourself
Arms
A knock
a bell
a knife
and back
I go
to bloodshed
remembering when
and why
a name
long forgotten
its blade
wielded deftly
poised to
cut slightly
but lethal
armor on
ears up
Dog
These early
November mornings
when low
far off
sun catches
cloud underbellies
and one
can hear
them giggle
and purr
like a
lazy dog
Close
One twig
maybe root
can’t see
yet clutch
hoping that
feet find
solid ground
pull up
put over
finally lay
staring up
at clouds
oh aren’t
they pretty
