12 July 2010
should it rain?
the sky does not ask me
nor permit me to answer
but I would like to tell it
that when I look into its grey landscape
I am quietly astounded
I may well be a cold bird shivering
in its brown feathers
14 May 2010
a twig with a bird
landing on it
snapping it off cleanly
in these seasons
you become your own
assassin
