I step on a crunchy leaf.  And then another.  Moving deeper into the falling forest And the silence is broken  By the crackling rhythm.  ...

It is the coldest day Of the hottest year. I should feel relief, reprieve, A breath of fresh air. But instead I shiver and my breathing...

The rain falls in May and clings to the nascent flowers. Transparent crystals adorning the trees. The green gray curtain pours onto the...