Eventually

photo of a cobweb on a window pane during sunset

Fingerprints of time
spreading veins, taking over
my ignored window

Deep inspection

Those rifts in our roots
where a shattered soul bleeds through
keep our dreams grounded

Blossoming

photo of a couple of small, leafless trees on a luscious green nature strip

All sprawled out around
young child picnicking with friends
treelings await spring

Confidence

closeup photo of a disfigured red gala apple

Live imperfectly
yet perfectly flaunt yourself,
apple of my eye.

Hang in there

photo of a spider web on the outside of a glass panel, as seen from the inside

In cold crevices
holding on to warmth—briefly,
a network of lives.