Ivy gazing, as starlight guides
encircling beauty of webbed design...
Tears welled behind my
scuba glass: a seahorse...
The magic of flowers
is...
It was difficult to
seek you in the dark...
You never forget
the fat preemie...
Your algorithm
has failed...
the moon hollows itself out under
the cover of clouds, as one weary...
It should not have happened.
But it has. For a god...
Autumn sets
deeper, after equinox. The...
There are many things, that I own
Which accumulates over the year...
The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...
My Robin red I now see you,
On barren branch you neatly flew...