Bound

The tangled

roots

of all our griefs

are bound

so tightly

We strain

to draw

energy

to grow

Can we lift

each other up

and find

room

for all

to breathe?

Colorado Springs 11/19/22

Pulse

Be Still

 

Bulbs are sleeping

with frogs

and bees

tucked deep

in the layered leaves

that gather

in the corners

and under

the pines

still green

I would

curl up with them

and rest

my aching heart

until spring

Winter's Color

No contradiction

look

for the flame

of sumac

the wine red

of crabapple

orange berries

in clusters

on bare branches

one maple leaf

a spot of warmth

in the white palm

of winter snow