The mirror is my enemy
It shows me things way before I am prepared to accept them
And forces me to stare at a creation I deem inadequate.

You taught me a lesson, and that was to never trust again.

i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
together

oh, but look at what grew

all because of the dirt
that they once threw

August burned quickly, incipient nostalgia
prematurely vanished, mellow and gentle
sea stone on the tiled table, cedar plank
with fish, sunset through the eye-slit window

thigh high in life and riding wherever life
takes me like a hopeless romantic

The rainbow feels more beautiful when you have tasted the storms.

Birches still slumber
gentle breezes brush spring leaves
bears begin stretching
strolling quiet dawn marshes
birds chirp their lumbered approach