the days away

 

April: Day One.

 

Dear April,

My dear sister April, I am sad to see you arrive, because it means you will leave, too, and as long as you are still coming, I never think about your end.  May, I'll spend being blue that you have gone, and then June, too; by July you will seem so far away that I will settle for the very unsatisfying 'next year.'  

light, sand, waves, stones

 

9/13 through 9/16

 

rocks, rabbit

 

back & front

 

north & south