time change leaves me sleep deprived i resent the darkness greeting me as i awake from too short a sleep to days of being out of step feeling like you’ve missed the bus i welcome light but not this way a thief of time and natural flow this daylight has too high a price 3.13.17

i feel the sting from needle clusters their penetration decorates my form muscles tense with each little bite ink swells my flesh while sinking in with every nipping pass tattoo embellishes merging its colors into my own 3.12.17

soft crush of leaves from each of your footfalls retracing my steps just a deep breath away feeling your presence sixth sense you are watching hidden from from view yet your eyes never stray calm permeates i await your arrival the where or the when unknown to us now. 3.11.7

i scale the trees to nest above closer to the sun i warm my thoughts among the leaves the day has begun i track the shadows down below secrets they hide embrace the light that’s coming forth from the sunrise the glow reveals so many hues red to palest pink i let their pigments seep …

sprouts of bamboo stand in slender pillars like fragile sentry guards; a sparrow ruffles its feathers, balancing with ease on an electric wire; a lone flower of delicate purple has bloomed in a barren patch of grass yhe sharp contrast promoting its beauty sromas of gardenia and honeysuckle envelop me as i meander 3.9.17