globs of glass
twist and swivel in the sunlight

a smattering dozen clear pearls slip
across the slicked floor,
A thin frail twig bursts between the cracks of the dusty corner
emerging amidst sharp concrete and mist

a cold frost nips a bird on the beak,
whistling tales of cold teas and shimmery scarlet-entwined trees

Rooftops exhale, as ash whispers into the dawn sky
a sphere rolls across uneven slabs of dyed wood
before cracking, shattering
As three breaths sigh