ice lake ache for summer wind’s ruffled touch
Linden leaves, Fall’s gutter gelt, pile around tires and trash bags.
Parmesan flakes drift over red sauce and disappear, a first snowfall still too delicate to stick.
Hissing radiator checks the grey rain day; burrowed in polar fleece and words and food, fortunate to be safe and dry.
buff sparrows thrash in dry oak leaves, brown scrum in yellow grass, beaks thrust and pluck through dead winter mass
feet shuffle in four-part harmony, change bags clink to train wheel clack; earbuds invaded, winter coats absorb the shock of abject performance; the door-between-the-cars SMACKS, SMACK, SMAshes closed, and the car is quiet with sea roar, speeding through dark tunnels
@ WarOfYesterday: ovoid daffodil edge pieces crowd dead oak-maple middles, winter’s puzzle all but solved; hyacinth shoots’ shadow dials the sun’s transit; loam levitants’ dappled shade promises eventual heat
broken glass – gutter disco strobes, wind over water ripples dark-hollowed / diamond-tipped, double overhead sun-crust breaks – shard cakes crumbled in mud
I live in a shadow biome – packing tape sidewalk snake, dead fish duct tape, plastic bag rare blooms, street lights’ full moon.
Just-starting snow, roiled ice ash, blinks between unready chinks in the scarf-coat wall, burns a melt of wet sky on my chin.