one day to reckon
shortcomings after four years
not just calendars
one day to reckon
shortcomings after four years
not just calendars
lone flier at dusk
honking over and over
search for belonging
wind raging all night
raking last of the oak leaves
tree stumps do not weep
the tides come and go
whatever goes forth returns
the enemy | you
hate is your own reflection
love your enemy | yourself
slightest morning breeze
ripples of light on road pools
tranquility rings