
The sun and the moon—
one wanes; the other rises,
as tail chasing cat.

The sun and the moon—
one wanes; the other rises,
as tail chasing cat.

Ghostly, slender trees
sprawling across the blue skies
like varicose veins.

Scarred, marred, and thorny
relationships; cast aside,
felled trees on sidewalks.

Though they be dented,
deserving adoration,
are flowers; humans.

Full bodied, complex,
as rich, well rounded Syrah—
in your face, the sun.