inaccessible breach

blue ocean gash

the deep, the deep

you sniff the ground,

the spring-greening grass

you lead the two of us

to where it is you wish to go

willingly, I follow —

so enamored, am I,

I follow

I hold your leash

in my hand

but you are the one

who leads us

juncos peck through crusts of white

seeking wind-tossed black sunflower seeds

lost remnants of winter’s last hurrah

winter speed bumps

our trek toward spring

tis only a flesh wound!

current ‘feels like’ temp: —13

by week’s end, 80 degrees

snake plant’s magic

I place it bedside,

eager to lap up

its nighttime

oxygen benefits

discord stayed, perhaps for good

intentions voiced: determined & true

six sisters seek authenticity

husband crunches taco’s shell

shredded chicken, sprinkle of cheese

poetry fingertips worry the keys

that van Gogh photo you took

when we walked through the autumn woods —

I’d like to frame it, such a lovely memory