and all I want to be is brave

I hold paper that is blank,
left, after days of writing
a shoe filled with pinecones
now the games are done
a dog at my feet, chin in the dirt
leaves from the Fall
in helpless curls
half an orange
half-buried near the
edge of the sloping asphalt
pock marked, scored, faded
every word laid bare

I couldn't quite get the wire in focus, but I liked the composition

Sweetness

Happy Birthday my Lily.

a beautiful life

home tomorrow

For Lily

somewhere it is snowing