i.
spring hides from the window
the fog is a film
in noir
bathed in memories of tulips & blue irises
(no birds in sight)
iii.
gusts & thunderstorms
are the weather
heavy-lidded eyes
peek from sleep delirium & then lapse
(a fallen feather)
iii.
the trees
are sticks & stilts & empty
canvas
awaiting the slight brush of spring
(a bird song trills)
iv.
what spell is this
to wake up with bones fresh & fevered
my fingers are running faster
than i can catch up
sage smoke & songs
from spring rain to sloshing river
(a cardinal on the fence)
