biting wind
through layered skirts
osoberry bloom
dreamworld photographer
- it, she, they
and the mirror
not her waking,
aching body showed,
but endless forms,
from feathered fractal
edges spilling out
a snowstorm
swirling silent
in her eyes
low morningmoon
and cold-shocked crocus
both withering
cherry blossoms
on the concrete salt
the wrong month
(jan 11 '24)
fall rains
wash her face
window wasn't closed