The book is new.  The lyrics are ancient.

My moment of surprise today came with the chalk.

Paring down is like waking up.

There are plenty of warning signs.

I never asked my parents why they bought this print.

Here's all that’s left of my favorite plant.

The problem isn’t just that we have small minds. 

This is the perfect visual for our conversation.

Melting.  It’s one of my favorite things about snow.

This stand of pines feels like an oasis from the falling snow.

Call it a tapestry of contention.  I call it done.

I am alone in a wintry wood.