Treasure

I am rich with acorns, rocks, and twigs, leaves with rusted colors, and precious weedling sprigs…

Ice

Not every storm looks like a storm…

“I loved the sun and it burned me. I loved the moon and it was cold.  I loved the wind and it thrilled me. I loved the earth and lost its hold…”

“It's midnight, and the world's still upside down….” A poem about the fear of new love. And fairy tales.

Breathing in, the Grim did say, “Come now to meet your end.” “I cannot die,” I said. I said.  “I cannot die,” I said.