Tree tops sweep the sky

As a storm of regret brushes through

A cloudy paragraph spills out

Finding solace on dry ground

Carved-out cuts spell what calligraphy can’t

Love shatters stone

Love stitches wounds

Love also fortifies the walls once again

Waving strands make the hillside shiver

A held breath, a brief respite

A floating cloverleaf landing on a palm

A reminder of being known in the still and the storm