what speaks to me
crows, in groups of three.
a tree that stands, alone, in a field.
yellow daffodils whose smell is louder than their color.
a never-ending winter that i have made my peace with.
the promises that life has whispered in my ear.
this silence that pours into me like honey.
unopened buds singing songs of tomorrow.
a branch, extended like a hand,
to land on.