A walk across town -
layers needed to survive.
The wind still peels me.
12
11
The sun’s slow rise
means a morning spent in bed.
Fuck you, Ben Franklin.
10
A cat by a fire
Stretched toes, biscuit body and tucked head
To be so at peace.
9
Permafrost runs deep
Even the sun cannot reach
No checking for change
8
Winter sunset looms
Distorted oranges and blues
Dali’s melt clock clouds