The Thaw

For all the talk of warmth and rebirth, spring is a really ugly season. Trails turn to mud pits and roads to rivers as the thaw begins to take hold, and the brown carcasses of what was left at the end of fall begin to reappear. The ground cover is a layer of partially decayed leaves, and all the damage the winter did is slowly revealed.

Of Wind

White Wind / Frozen layering like ice sheets, / Yet wicked and swift, / It carves and scours its path.

Staring Skyward

Arcturus / Leader of the lucida in their nightly procession, / The key: receiver of lightning

Any Moment

Eurydice didn’t look quite so lost yesterday / as I passed the sculpture garden on the way to class.

Observations

An ice footprint stays / long after maker is gone / snowfall soon obscures.

The Siren

Sometimes someone will drown in another part of the river and I can’t help, because the river is large and I am only one person.