A wintry blue jay
sang today
is a beautiful day—
full of life and poetry.

Three dry leaves let go.
The tree stood naked,
ashamed of its own bones.

Yet it still held
one green memory—
once.

Then the sky tore open.
I stopped.

No words left,
only knees in the frost.

Colors arrived
without signature,
without human touch—
only soul.

i wish i knew myself

better so more

:: 03.24.2026 ::