*
January mornings
wake up slowly
.
in spite of long stretches
yawns and chilly air
.
everything deep in sleep
so is everyone
.
like a colorless dream
dipped in silence
.
.
*
January mornings
wake up slowly
.
in spite of long stretches
yawns and chilly air
.
everything deep in sleep
so is everyone
.
like a colorless dream
dipped in silence
.
.
*
awe rising with
me in the
early morning
snow covering
the tall mountains
in the desert
three days
of rain almost
continuous
a rare sound
tip tapping
on the skylights
winter holds it’s
own rhythm
lacking patience
to stay longer
.
.
.
.
.
*
it takes but
a few days for
the white layer
on the mountains
to melt at their feet
back to bare skin
.
.
.
.
.