+ thieves come to steal
an hour in the middle of the night.
+ the ice on the pond come March
turns a brilliant slate of blues + grays.
+ after almost three decades
of running along that parkway,
I have just discovered
how red the asphalt is.
+ the snow has finally melted in time
for the next winter storm.
+ it is still winter astronomically speaking,
+ the vernal equinox is six days away.
+ my day dreams will become
with the ones I survive
in the wee hours.
+ I will continue to dig through mud
+ mycelium, desperate to unearth a plot
+ eavesdrop on the Sargent cherry
saplings as they awaken.