You look cold.

“Who’s speaking,

Fence, or snow?” ...

Pieces fall off,

When one opens up,

Naturally. ...

Dirty, wrapped tightly,

Hard to breathe.

Like days, ...

Circles,

Wrapped in years.

Memories, ...

Cold, imprinted treads.

Laying still.

Hanging on, for tomorrow. ...

Open,

Smiling with the flowers.

Ready, ...

Life’s no different

Than autumn leaves,

Floating in a pond. ...

Day’s ending.

You’re tired.

Rest. ...

Hazy blooms.

Together, laughing,

Readying to play. ...

Ordinary, cloudy days,

When magic, on nearby horizons,

Floated by unfelt. ...

Cotton-like softness.

Fragile, as love.

Impossible to remain so, ...

You have pointy ears,

Big nose with whiskers,

Skinny legs, ...

Blue, unexpected days.

When things go wrong, and

Little feels right. ...

Half-covered in light.

Soon, to be totally bright.

But light fades ...

One-eyed frog,

With a melting snow hat.

Or a piece of green rubber, ...

Maybe I’ll stick to you,

Like ice,

On cold winter days. ...

Straight, surrounded by blue.

Not a single plane, anywhere.

Another strange day. ...

Coldness,

Playing with darkness.

Waves, ...

Layered mountains,

Hiding in shadows.

Darkness, bowing to daylight. ...

Gathered tightly.

Waiting brightly.

Sunny smiles. ...