122.
Without winter’s mirror,
For the first time by this lake
I saw myself as I am.
122.
Without winter’s mirror,
For the first time by this lake
I saw myself as I am.
121.
The world is revolving
Inside the stomach of a fish,
Its smile three universes wide.
117.
Many raindrops against glass,
Sometimes it takes longer
To disprove what is false.
118.
Frazzled willow,
Stripped winter,
I will break through the barriers of myself.
119.
This same stormy gale
A thousand years in the making,
Why should it be any different now.
120.
Rosemary on the window sill
Strains to be cooked,
Itch’s source demands to be scratched.
115.
Splurging surge of yellow,
Petals form a chorus
Advanced for its season.
116.
Drunk with death,
I attest to how flavoured
I became by my self detest.
114.
Lawn is not snow’s secret,
But aching the grass waits
For the accolades of Spring.
113.
Solitary tree in winter,
No greenery to cry into.
Leaves with erroneous decodings.
111.
The sky’s pods return,
Pregnant with thoughts
Born on other islands.
112.
Fears anchored in thoughts,
Black waves move unseen
In the absence of moonlight.
110.
I noticed the votive candle’s
Closed petals, shaped like a lotus,
As it harboured the snows outside.
107.
I left as Him
But returned
As Me.
108.
Like limpets clinging
To rocks in my stomach,
Winter barks like a toad.
109.
Winter grey aches.
I clean the house
Because there is dirt.