december 4

think bright rain

over flowers

in the desert. i brew their

dried sisters in a cup

& taste a fragment

of slumbered sunlight

as the morning mist

departs. we're all moment-catchers,

in our way. sometimes lost

between the earth

& the sky

& our minds. what fresh dream

can we create

today. what spirit

waits on the back porch

to sit beside us,

curved spine & gravel toes

& eyes deeper

for every year that passes.

what will you call upon

to pass these winter months?