Emptiness

The problem with Emptines
Is not searching the room,
And finding nothing else inside,

But when, upon reflection,
You notice, it's a tomb:
And that there's no place you can hide.

vision

Misty, opaque gauze. Will morning sun clear the air? Or is it your eyes?

Last Gasps

As winter wheezes, Coughing up last gasps of snow, Flakes melt, run away.