Shooting up sunshine
Reveals shadows
Engraving on your arm,
Illusions of space and color
Cut grass beneath snow,
Melting indignation
Bends backs low,
Winter goes up your nose
Snorted pollen, buds, and, poppies.
Death in spring is too sweet
Death in June too hot
Dyeing in fall too prominent
Death in winter
Twists hair around my finger
Before it all fell off
