Months ago you tossed a McIntosh apple
...dripping with spicy red glaze...

Alleluia in the morning
where stars wait to fade...

My baby boy
look past the receding snow...

Rain waves spray
will...

It's funny how two-hour-delays pop up on the most...
.....Solitude permitted me to rest but not without...

Circumstance
metamorphosizes...

I stretch my runners in race
nonchalantly allowing synthetic cloth...

My Restorer is present
mounted upon his golden champion...

Vanilla candlelight blurs the thin-layered...
until echoes of burrowed snow beasts dwindle...

I am an auspicious rose;
yet even my bitter thorns...

I am pushed by eager early birds
who force the pregnant sun...

Pea green funnels
entangle themselves foolishly...