turn away

Do not face the sun.
Solar flare, corona glare
negative imprint retinal scar
turn away, turn away
Deepening night, indigo blue
shadow hands touch future
long before I do

reaching

before chance

footprints in wet snow
caught by the wind! sudden calm
scent of grass lingers

snow-grass

hope

threads of brightness
shot through the dread,
life’s dreams woven
into the web.
Patterns of influence appear
renewed with change.
Shifting on the moving air