Spring Green, Something to Remember

do not get stuck to the ground.

roots run deep.

but, sprouts reach towards yellow light.

Cloth

twist me up 

wring me out 

leave your bare hands raw and pink 

spotted flesh

let the droplets of me pucker the soil below

little craters 

of what was 

what is

and what will be

me

puncture the ground 

with your force

and gravity

let me nourish the sod

let the things you didn't want to say wring me out one last time 

as dampness squirms 

lacing your fingers

you fight back 

don’t let me weave through

wont let me mix 

pleats hold the moisture 

inconceivably permanent

nature evaporates

in its own measure

All Signs Point to Yes

i sit in a cocoon

waiting for the sun to rise

phthalo blue is transforming to mauve

and here the possibilities are endless

i am fragile 

We All Feel It

just go home

cut your hair how you want to 

bit by bit

chop 

gain anew

make sure to wash it down the sink

leave behind the light hairs

the ones you cant catch 

sitting on the rim