The hazel dormouse
is in danger small countries
made big beautiful
Who is the sanest
bubble ideas petition
start a fundraiser?
Translating fine words
of plastic takes lifetimes
drowning in white lies

The hazel dormouse
is in danger small countries
made big beautiful
Who is the sanest
bubble ideas petition
start a fundraiser?
Translating fine words
of plastic takes lifetimes
drowning in white lies
the caves of the moon
hide the secrets of the sun
where lizards gather
December morning
slices sky through my opening
death in slow motion
Frosted mountain wings
ripple across horizons
silver winter clings.
Kindred spirits meet
in the blue of winter moon
and darkness retreats.
Beauty lies frozen
soft at my closed opening
feathers upturn sky
Such a sad morning to find this poor, wee robin by my door. Much as I understand death is inevitable for all creatures, I sometimes find it hard to take. The image of this bird has haunted me all day.