Poppies in March

Yellow flowers closed
to a gray, threatening sky.
Roots drink; petals grow.

Regret, Self-Pity---

Regret, Self-Pity--
Here you are again! You turn
up, though we're not friends.

Zombie

I prick myself with
needles to feel the blood, but
I'm already dead.

Rain on the roof is...

Rain on the roof is
the sound of green hills, full streams,
eventual bloom.

Huntress

Paw the mouse until
it dies and fling it a bit.
Killing can be fun!

White ghost and dark page...

White ghost and dark page,
sun upon the water-- night
approaches alone.