Fresh Snow

Fresh white sheet on a newly made bed smooth and featureless save for lonely large prints meandering wild and drunkenly toward a far and distant darkening thick woods shrouded in evening light where prints quickly dissolve among shadows like thoughts caught between awake and asleep

Elegy for Innocence

Once a sweet breath of light spring clear air drawn early in the morning as damp dew cool and fresh touches toes in wet Keds that run in morning fields, to evening woods so large they must not be on any map remain unexplored and mysterious Until one day Ked’s don’t fit beat, ragged and […]