this isolated summer (poem)

i miss the woods
gardening for a living
feeling the sun on me
the smell of wildflowers
of summer blowing by
swimming in the river
kayaking to turtle bay
i miss the world
and being a part of it

-Zero

quarantine rain (poem)

the rainy days are warm
a welcoming cacophony of drops
open the window to let them in
the air feels so fresh, so alive

rainy days were a solace
times without expectations
we could stay in if we wanted
and no one would criticize

the smell is a reminder
of the world that lives on
whether we're there to pull weeds
or locked inside to save each other

-Zero

when it began (poem)

she was my first friend
in the new world i moved to
where trees ruled the neighbourhood
even in the harshest winters

recess was wandering
around the large grassy schoolyard
i don't know if we spoke
or just walked in silence

i remember our first hug
i found her earring in the gravel
she never liked touching
so it was special

we haven't spoken in years
there was no falling out
our lives went different ways
now i wander alone

-Zero