3J’s A cry in the sky. Above, gnarly brown fingers – Three blue jays, perched high.
RESPITE A morning’s surprise – A thin sheen of dewy grass. Faint hint of a thaw.
PHONY Always smiling, sweet. Kind, saccharin voice – masking, Malcontent, discord.
BELIEVE Pale light, greeting me. Dark, cold but with a promise, Of a warmth to come.
The Unbroken Wheel How joyful I was in that job so new, But wait, a betrayal – Ned Stark is that you? A freshly baked drama, No escaping the trauma, Because yes, Littlefinger, I see you too.