101 dead giraffe

Love is a blind faith
marooned in a bloody world
for which we should weep

100 Birch Trees 1

weak Spring sun makes you
golden - newborn leaves sparkle
whispering with birds

99

we bask in sunlight
we bask in ice rain - behold -
the hailbow cometh

98 Toast

to fires and found dogs
a cottage of winter still
elemental hearts

97 gone

the everyday
vanished with the dog, even
our breath hollowed, caught
on the emptiness without
her and fear's dulling fullness