
Winter dew lingers
halos around junipers
breath vaporises.

Winter dew lingers
halos around junipers
breath vaporises.

When life lacks lustre,
look up from under a tree—
world looks different.

Scrolling through chaos,
no wonder we are dry eyed—
aglow in blue light.

Tiny, red, bird-like;
migrating for the winter:
leaves flying off trees.

Lining my sidewalk,
seeks no appreciation—
a daisy just is.