Through the wet trees Streetlights find the day And take their daily night While early cars like lonely toys Drive up and down the hill. Clouds spill sillages of blue That drip and rise from everything As the morning’s moods To the days we bring.
Sometimes Snow is only snow. Falls from high to low, Fast and slow, Melts to ugly puddles In time’s sludgy flow. Or, see its frequency, Its angle, its sequence tree Of countless impacts, Its search of land For chance Of beauty.
I am a dog Running through the melty streets. I care not about my soggy feet. Let us play to start the day! See my misty breath? Nothing stops this doggy’s heft, But when you’re gone, I am bereft. (See a dog today, running free? It’s me.)
The world is your birthday cake. The shape is elliptical, Its flavor is mystical, Served on a tectonic plate. In icing from the exosphere The planet’s flora The color of aurora Deck the journey of a year.