Now, for a treat, here is a poem.
A green door of rain.
Jars of crystals labeled: stars.
The twenty-thousand-voiced wind.
Swept by an evergreen broom, the unseen path.
On the porch, a swirl of withered leaves I forgot to describe.
A burnt Viking incense boat.
Dangling on a kite string, a marble planet.
Winter’s dripping light.
Tiny letters that spell love with the word: understanding.
Discarded spectacles on a mantle overseeing all.
Thanks for reading.