Monk Matto

Ten-thousand icy raindrops Between branches, between trees Distant pines slowly dancing A songbird adds to the soundtrack.

Quick, the drizzle swept Stillness brought Rest has set.

Love, I comprehend. Hate? Cannot comprehend.

A dream’s memoryLike the last leaf on the oakHanging by a thread. When all else is stillWith attention, shapes danceA fleeting moment.

Season in and season outLight by day and dark by night. Only as the world sleeps, do I seeA face in the glass, staring at me.

A flurry of grey Bare trees in glowing sunrise Dozen squirrels play.

Coffee and instant yeast Best for an early rise Code and cinnamon buns.

Squirrels crunch the last acornsMy loves sleep while the day wakesCherished silence and fragility.

Where did this show up?

The trees’ last leaves

Peace in the sunrise.

A passing breeze

Beautiful surprise.

An anxious world full of pain

It won’t last forever

Sun pierced clouds brighten.

Sunlight through the leaves

Dancing in the breeze.

This is a twitter test

It’s only a test

It’s a twitter test

It’s only a test.

Staring through the morning

Sunshine through the curtains

Cicadasongs through the trees.

Black

Lives

Matter

Everyday the sun

And every, single day,

Less eyes see it.

A fear is an icy grip One that chills to the bone. Breaking free is hard All warmth seems fleeting.