Morning to Night

cats and flowers rise
as soon as the sun is bright
to welcome rare rain

please, rain, end this drought 
this plague of world crises
waiting at the door

To Speak or not to Speak

words or lack thereof—
too many or not enough
yet never just right

weekday wondering:
so surrounded by failure
i question each thing

because the cutout?
the perfect light/dark balance?
it doesn’t exist.

ski reality:
perfect, bluebird, line-less days
few and far between

these pink winter lines
like angel’s wings each morning 
welcoming the day

nasi goreng rice:
a Thursday accomplishment 
i celebrate now

no snow day for us
just the struggle through this path
that is this school year

my overwhelmed dog
forcing his love upon me
when i try to leave

a wilting orchid 
brought by an empty classroom:
symbol of my month

or this calendar 
hiding (not hiding) events
never. ending. tasks.

light frozen in time
sparkling for the morning
(lit for the mourning)