Treading

Treading tossed stones,
branches with leaves yet to renew

Stories wrinkle unfolded,
stacked
in recycled origins

  

Merge

Our tracks twist,

merge

Thoughts submerge, bend

Blurring through the back window again

Showers of silence

freeze
then claim

What docile, fragile cover
remains

Cloth

Finding what we hold
onto, a place
ever flowing
subtly changing

Watching

day unfold

from night

Our threads
awaken
into cloth