Daffodils in December,
									  I look up and see;		
rack my mind,
									  The sky is a tepid blue.
as I dismember,
								 	 Feel the radiance of Helios,
the bright, sunny blossom from its stem.
									  beat my brows with UVs,
There’s a breeze with a murmur;
									  How I wish you could-
I notice the ground gets firmer,
									  hold me.
As I scale willowed banks again.
									  There, there.
An overture of cicadas
									  Such frivolous desires,
rings from the trees,
									  to pluck wild flowers,
a steady rapture,
									  shooting up amongst
while a mantis gives an amen.
									  beer bottle caps,
Murky water churns beside me,
									  moss-laden stones;
just as you once did,
								 	 snake skins,
When we walked together,	 
									  sinew, and bird bones.
in tandem.
									  To hear your utterance,
But now I chase minnows,
									  would animate mine,
crayfish, and water weasels;
									  yet life-
hoping to conjure,
									  It is far too fleeting.
your phantom.

I pause and palm soil,
									  So I enjoy the sun,
kneading eager grass;
									  as I enjoyed you.
How verdant and new.

Blinding from above,