Dorothy Has Been Compromised I am want and rain. I am not melt. I am yellow slicker, knickers, ruby slippers.
The dogwood blossom shines white Beneath a sky full with sun.
Red lanterns glowing above the narrow path call home the wandering moth.
A blanket of snow shines silver in the night sun; February sleeps.
She watched a small bird chirping, building a fine nest at love’s closed window.
Beneath the thinning ice A small streamlet flows; Spring is made of my heart.