space junk

(i) footsteps of falling leaves the pear tree braces, fingertips against the moon (ii) sky of ice cracked with stars this deft breeze portends some milky cataclysm... we juggle planets in orbits of shattering failing to perceive a dumbstruck universe letting go Written for Brendan's Earthweal prompt "Everyday Extremes"

Birthday Party

A flower of bread brown rolls risen against each other, wooden petals of the deodar And on the stove four glistening pots huddle winter soup's quiet breath Wedges of cheese, yellow and thick the talk over sticky date pudding clustered verbs and violets