From the creek’s dark slash Following hidden shoreline Ghosts of warmer days. Another minus seven or eight day.
the minus seven •
slashed at my fingers today •
put hands in pockets. Continue reading →
snow leaning against •
bush, fence, tires, front steps and door •
silently leaning. Continue reading →
interior forest •
trees too thick to view the truth •
I can’t understand. Continue reading →
widely bristling •
and tickling and measuring: •
my cat’s white whiskers Continue reading →
We may affirm absolutely that nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without enthusiasm.
