
every sunrise
another chance to give thanks
and begin anew

every sunrise
another chance to give thanks
and begin anew

goose looking at glass
waiting for his mirrored self
to come fly away

even all barren
the tangle of vines and limbs
can keep out the sun

a photo to catch
the edge of everything
but the cry of geese

frost on the windshield
nature obviously cares not
that “spring” has started