Weep and I Willow 

I am the willow. 

My roots hold deep and bows shade

Weep, you have my shelter. 


The Evening Thunders

Wake with the rumble. 
Wait. Let the eyes and mind adjust…

Yes! Bring on this rain! 

Fractured Figure

Fitting in this skin 

At the expense of others.  

Careful, taut seams break. 

Ode to the Eerie

Ode to the eerie: 

When there is not enough light,

Dark becomes love.