hunger

the

hunger

in

an

old

cat’s

voice

4 am

unused

mountain cabin

the winter clothes

unused for years

darkness

self quarantine

sometimes darkness

is all i need

isolation

isolation

the sounds of hours

filled with trees

scarecrow

water’s edge

a warm breeze teases

the old man’s hair

release

raising butterflies

the way my heart soars

releasing them

long ago

long ago

corridors had people

pandemico

morning

another morning

the squirrel at my window

another morning

pass

i pass on by

the web she weaves

window cleaning

plum blossoms

in shades of plum the horizon between storms