impermanence

but the night

wasn’t always

and neither

was the rain

*

everyday sacred

as i approach

the sun-soaked forest

i stop and inhale

this, too

is hallowed ground

*

on butterflies (and humans)

you are

a painting in motion

never let

the world tell you otherwise

*

better days ahead

the hungry way

daffodils reach

for the sun

my joy

hinges on recounting

such lovely things

*

astray

tossing and turning

in this bed hewn

from jagged stone

i am

so lost

without your light

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #19