Cosmic

See the mighty wheel
Of chaos turn. I long to
Be one of its spokes.

Snow

A gentle falling
Of so much down.
A sleep, a dream, a cloud.
The muffling of sound,
Winters silence.
A sleep and a dream of clouds.
But waking is no dream,
This cloud’s not what it seems.
I was asleep in this dream of clouds.

Look Away

She looks away from
The mocking of the forest
The trees. Now they burn.

Falling vapor

I dance with clouds, cold.
Am one with falling vapor.
Some would call this rain