She spins
I catch her...

Spite me not and call me brother,
Though the anger lingers in your heart...

Who are you
To break my mournwatch...

It’s a sudden burst
Of tender warmth...

As the cycle of the seasons,
It is as both spring and winter...

Dare you walk with me
In the dwellings of the dead...

Is it possible
that as I stand silent...

Rainlight glistens
in tumbling droplets...

I touch, you dart;
I speak, you ignore...

I step from grass to stone
With a single glance back...

[Miscellaneous reflections on my lover.]
A strand of red wisping...

REFLECTIONS I
[Miscellaneous reflections on my college years...