A. Around the Bay Window & In the Chair.
as the cobwebs of tree limbs crack
falling in white noise;
deep tundra, like frivolity,
hastens to mock nature's muck.
canisters wading in wobbling weeps
made from shades of bats floating with flutter...
fill my imaginations;
all while I sit with my diary;
moving my big blind gray eyes
I sense gay taps;
intermittent and curious ones;
landing near my pinkies. nips and licks
wincing shocks of flowing aches;
letting me know that winter has its peace;
with or without my cadence
in observing my own changes;
in and out of care and wonder
minding life and death simultaneously.