valley fog —

I welcome the excuse

to slow down

turning on a light

so I’ll feel welcomed

when I return

late night
apology to the sky
I forgot to notice

even in the dark,
incontrovertibly white —
spirea blossoms

stitches —
happy to feel
the itch of healing

allergy season —
the green sheen of pollen
over the world

blossoms in her hair —
all morning we conspire
not to tell her