woven in my breathtruth beyond understandingquiet as winter
august 6, 2026
recently
coffee on the stovesparks the memory of oneno longer with us
hidden in sunshinea sobering reminder:winter is coming
in the yardanimal topiariesdying in the sun
eyes filled with tearsshe glides across the floorin the reddest dress
red foxleisurely crosses the highwaycrow in his mouth
wind blows high in treesempty logging truck rolls by—cat snores in window
above the cat's earsthe sun warms the eastern pinesa heater warms my toes
morning chillrainy and muddy outsidecoffee on the stove
"Enjoy the moment,"says the sun to the pine treesdancing with the wind.
rumbling boilertinkling radiatorscozy home
making space for peacepines shadow snow covered pathsmy breath is the wind
on the couchbetween us onlyweightless silence