I trust the sun, come morning, will rise
as I trust December to carry white,
still the first snowfall I shall act surprised
and gaze in wonder through the night.
...
Grief, my friend
rolls in as waves, with my back turned toward the sea
The tide creeps in, I sink
a little deeper into the Earth
...
Inside my veins, a pulse
My heart, a murmur
My bones, a chill
My words, a skip
...
When my lady was a baby
said her mother kept up daisies
She'd pick 'em in the yard
let 'em shine up on the windowsill
...