September

warm as summer
still
September
yet
quiet
and still
yet
I know what's coming
still
yet
in my mind
through water like cool silk
I slip
still there
and still
my heart

Infinity Tomorrow and the Horizon

As I lay looking
Black skyward
At infinite pin points of light
One races toward the horizon
and never arrives

insidious

not even the daffodils
on the hills
can assuage the ills
this spring

Rancor

An anchor

Acrimony

A bitter brew
Steeped
In resentment

It's All Black and White Now

For an instant
Before sunrise
Heaped on fragile spines
Bisected with long trunks
Until the snow's
And clarity’s
Demise

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A thin frail branch rests
against winter’s translucent sky
a single wrinkled leaf clinging