Red fox
walks slow
past my
window
What a tail
in sunlight
What shadow
on snow
What wildness
in his eyes
turn to mine
before he goes.
Red fox
walks slow
past my
window
What a tail
in sunlight
What shadow
on snow
What wildness
in his eyes
turn to mine
before he goes.
[Imagine What It Looks Like Here]
Easter:
Opportunity.
Awakening petals of heart connections.
Flutter.
Meet a new dawn rejuvenated.
Inspired by shimmer of bright, shining hope.
Resurrection out of the bogs of past misdirection.
Good.
You conjure
demons again
allude to fearful
details glorifying
your self-declared
Divinity
painting Other
as death cloud.