
the pain in the hand
after the needed pruning
beauty’s worth the thorns

the pain in the hand
after the needed pruning
beauty’s worth the thorns

through the open arms
beyond the sparse canopy
the blue of summer

sun rising through clouds
blooms thriving on broken branch
small graces of life
somewhere in the night
cries from predator and prey
can’t tell which is mine
south dipping Jet Stream
plunging temps forty degrees
first day of summer