Calculate the wind by way of the willows' dance, a movement in sync
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Calculate the wind by way of the willows' dance, a movement in sync
Temperature drop! A mad swing of warmth to cold snaps us back to March
for Algot
Peepers still asleep hidden in the bogs and ponds; a froggy slumber
How patient we are to wait, to wonder, to hope: the first buds of Spring
Covered feet plow through the remains of a winter too stubborn to leave
Dirty politics; the ones slinging mud like words want us all in muck
That little sparrow zipping through the trees and brush; a familiar friend
February sun on pavement, the thaw of ice now well underway
A composition: the music of a sunrise on a quiet day
Egg of idea, hatched in a nest, on paper; expensive as heck