mid-winter windstorm
the last of the oak leaves
take flight
2019.01.12: odd
goose flying solo
without synergy of flock
flapping twice as hard
2019.01.11: Eastward
ahead hope glows red
the longest nights are behind
all things new again
2019.01.10: gravitas
spiraling downward
when burdened with perfection
weight of self-judgment
2019.01.09: darkly
thin sliver of moon
soon her smile will fade away
no light in the night