It’s all a blur
Emergent stirrings from the shallows
Excavations of beauty from the unfathomable physicality of life

Seen and unseen
Fragile blooms
The body I sleep with, wake with

The vanities of spring
The languor of summer
Autumn’s warning
Winter’s threnodies

It’s everything
The rising ecstasies of snow falling on a restive lake
The mysteries of the earth
This strange harvest of image and free verse

It’s all falling inward, here
To vanish

— January 2026 —