If a butterfly's
wings...

Willie Wagtails
visit in spring...

You only
have to see...

My failures
are legion...

Even the pain
of memory...

We're alive
and can see...

If I could bask
even a minute...

Wood sprites
so like...

From each person
a thread...

Birth and death
bookends to life...

Pain is like
a localized storm...

A violet
between the pages...