about seasons changing

is that you

forget

the subtlety of the weather

tides

.

in seep the tufts of

wispy seeds

catching in hammock stitches,

the flurry of moths

twisting,

making their most of a

wink of life

.

i could stare at

the crosswork of the branches

that have yet

to bud

until i make out letters

.

a message?

from you?

.

i’m so happy

i left the lull.

i guess you stayed,

it is pretty comfortable.

but it makes sense

(4/27/24)