The color of life.

The color of my love.

The soul of the Tree.

The first breath of spring

sweeping up over the horizon.

Ice blue.

The deep cracks in the pond

and the ice of his eyes.

Ice like my heart and

sharp like my tongue.


Like the rays

coming through my blinds

caressing my eyelids to

greet the day.


The Earth that I worship.

The holes left by worms.

My Mother’s eyes.

My Father’s eyes.

My Family.