Through glass tinted blue by summer air
I watch the edges of her frayed fur
gliding past the evanescent youth of greenery,
a stripped spirit sailing through an ocean of blooms.

Her image blurred by the straying remnants of frost
infinite as the barren oak she crouches beside
still as the surface of a frozen pond
pointed ears two arrows pointing towards the silver sky

The wide, eternal greenness of her eyes
divergent in a sea of oranges and reds,
demonstrating the quiet moderation of a chessmaster
prepared to wait until the earth is verdant again.

There are just some moments where
You’re left wishing you could see through another set of eyes
And speak from a different mouth

A year is rendered a flying second
The many hours of a lifetime
Never really sufficient

When life dulls,
And you are
Someone
Else

Every
Small moment
Suddenly lengthened

So incredibly new again, shining
How is the blueness of the sky so abundant?
When just yesterday, the sun was imperceptible.

The heat has come over us, beautifully thick and boiling
Pulling at the edges of the day, yet again.