Speechless roses fall victim to winter
dormant; within cracks of frozen earth...

Colors scatter down Lansing street
like a box of crayons; drowning in a gutter...

I spotted silvery, spikes
along a very large wall...

Discolored figurines
line up, one by one...

Her words become shortened
as each day is knitted into the final...

Greenery transforms into nightingales
during a midnight symphony...

Elegantly dancing
under a moon that...

Your mentality
has corroded over time...

Haven't written in a while-
I bend in corners...

long ago-
when pen started dancing...

Scattered thoughts
lay exposed under...

I've become uncomfortable
with pillow clouds that dance...