
when i dream of trees,
it’s a good dream

when i dream of trees,
it’s a good dream

shadows follow us
with the best of intentions

rain falls, and washes everything clean

“I saw two eagles in the marsh today”
“It’ll be a wonderful mix of clouds and sun”
“And Mrs. Miller said to me, did you ever think that our girls were switched at birth?”
“That’s exactly like mine, in fact her very name is Sweet Tea”
“Sometimes, I just can’t catch the right words”

a purple sky in the afternoon

the dog growled, and i wanted to growl back
i heard that song on the radio that always reminds me of you
the sky is perpetually grey, but it warms me just the same
there are times when laughing seems closely related to crying
winter is a state of mind

there are times
when i would like to comfort the whispering leaves
and sobbing branches

i touched your skin, so rough and beautiful,
and leaned into your solid strength,
right before the blue jay screeched a wild warning
and the dog barked fiercely at the honking barge

those solitary single leaves that cling to bare branches
flutter in the wind, making a dry, rasping sound—
a paper-thin plea to be heard

tiny bits of ice hit the window,
dancing gently upon their descent,
melting softly into the cold wind