I hear sirens richotching cross chipped billboards
drowning in a sea of people with colored hats...

I'm not going to love this year
for my bony eyes have wept...

Crystal ice adorns
blankets of snowy sapplings...

A hint of sunlight teases my hollow eyes;
for a few minutes, I am ok, content...

Upon one morning they buried my soul
as if my limbs were rooted; not...

Words scatter in the night
as a simple hush of wind...

My withered hands bare cracks
of smiles gone unnoticed, circles...

A little three year old
scampers crossed a creek...

I go to a place where
dreams criss cross...

and it begins to snow.
I make frost hearts upon...

There isn't enough ink
to write under a moonlit night...

Franny, the old dog
perches herself to the tree...