12/30/20: A Dark Room Isn’t Empty

though no footfall is

seismic, your being here

is known

12/28/20: Perhaps So?

imagine snow—

the smell just before it falls—

as smiles starting

12/25/20: We Need a Little Christmas

some unlocked something—

green and red memory

tripping tumblers

12/2/20: A Season Upon Us

green and red—like red

and blue—colors otherwise

antagonistic

12/1/20: Unconsciousness

I think—perhaps—

“falling sleep” undersells

oblivion

11/24/20: Not As Predicted

storms

unvisiting languish—

modeled but moot

11/23/20: On Not Moving

even after

we depart, sticks we post

remain sundials

11/19/20: Daily Art

I spend a morning

dreaming birds—unlikely hues

in harmony

10/29/20: Unneeding

the rarest spot—

cold wind calm, inhalation

ever inheld

8/6/20: Words That Fly Like Birds

a passing

bicyclist sings—the song

catches my mind