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.

Cloudwatching

wispy thoughts drift / across the dome of the sky / as I lay here / supported on the warm earth / in the stillness of the / wind

The Naturalist’s Dilemma

Staring at blank faces while I speak / they’re like walls, plain and blank and even without interest; / now I’m frustrated and careless but flabbergasted nonetheless / as my tone it gets higher, the pace, it gets faster

Against Ourselves

After the Ides of March, four hundred / thousand pure casualties. / Darkness stole the glossy white pearl / Icy tundra untainted, solitary.

The I Am

You ARE a moment/ you are a mystery/ blooming into infinity