The trees shed
Bark like I
Shed lies here
I am stuck
Here I am
Against cold January
Skies ashen with
Soot of snowfall
Drop on me
These blessing snowflakes
So I might
Just remember spring
Category: Morning
Shell
Lost I drift
Bumping into others
I have discovered
Comfort in myself
Absent of them
Alone and quiet
At long last
I can hear
The ocean again
In the shell
Against my ear
Knowing that life
Is in there
Just with me
Silence
It seems I’ve
Lost inspiration my
Mind is numb
As though the
Line went dead
Hello hello are
You still there
They will return
Like gaggles flying
Overhead above the
Marshes and wetlands
Honking we’re here
We’ve come back
Landing with splashes
On these pages
