Layers of What Once Was

time pressed into tea

the past folded into hue

what once was, remains

The Tone of Home

home is not bright

it is the faded brown

the soft persistence of belonging

Life in Fragments

each shard breathes again

broken edges find their round

life remade in parts

Spine of Memory

emptied of their tea

vessels still steep in recall

spine of memory

Golden Break

light seeps through the cracks,

each fracture a tender flame,

the gold mends it whole

Weave of Remembering II

hands repeated the weave

memory becomes texture

time softens it thread

Weave of Remembering I

hands repeated the weave

memory becomes texture

time softens it thread

Tea Bloom

a petal of steam

quiet bloom from daily cups

warmth unfolding slow

What Falls, Returns

in its quiet fall,

the leaf teaches what end means,

to rest is to rise