
Great expectations:
flowering bulb emerges;
no moths around—yet.

Great expectations:
flowering bulb emerges;
no moths around—yet.

Infamous side eye:
mother’s warning to her child;
black cat’s to human.

Forests or alleys,
though buried under rubble,
life will find a way.

Lingering autumn;
an aisle of yellowing trees,
resistant to change.

If clouds were forests,
would humans harvest them too,
once the land is bare?