large globe of moonshine

splintered across the blue

snow, laughter of ravens
black tandems
riddle the sky,

cresting waves of wind
then diving
to soar upon warm thermals

The fox loaps freely through the woods

chasing the shadows, chasing his tail:
fox walks upon thin ice
never getting his tail wet.

after shakespeare

how do i love thee?
let me count the ways.
Once, twice,
three times a day

there is no transcednece; only ascencion