brookside
stream
I have never seen this wetland area’s water table so low. :/
goodmorning May
When water writes the line,
it cuts the earth in two.
The next words in this writing
fall into place
as I aspire to melt away
with the snow.
steps
the bones of the streams and trees
a visual map of all the dreams I ever had
The water in the current, the branches in the wind.
