Singular Ambition

one acorn
waits to grow
a forest

Beauty’s Second Duty

perfectly pretty
the petaled
mulch

Portals

life passes through
on the way
to the great beyond

Sanctuary

snow in sun
basking leaves
dwell in the sanctuary of now

Taciturn Sky

a rustle of leaves
the sleeting snow
single digits
dip below

Melt

As the earth softens
spring finds hospitality
in the primordial offering of mud.