The sky forgot its cue today,

Woke in spring but dressed in gray.

Blossoms bloomed, then shivered back—

Snowfall traced the tulip’s track.

The birds returned, confused and thin,

Windswept from a world they’d been.

Their songs fell flat on frozen air,

Unsure what brought them early there.

The sun arrives, then disappears,

As if unsure which time of year

To burn, or bow, or simply hide—

The season...

A silver path, half-lit, half-lost,

Winds through dreams and tangled frost.

The world asleep, but shadows wake—

Whispers stir the mirrored lake.

The Moon looks down with veiled eyes,

Hiding truth in starless skies.

A wolf howls low, a dog replies,

Each tethered to their own disguise.

The lobster climbs from depths below,

Drawn to secrets it can’t know.

Its claws reflect the past, undone,

Yet sti...