Month: March 2021

mid morning we watch ripples glide

human shells shed dead skin spring is near

glory of orange rays

this dawn

comes in peace

allow the soul to drift through forest trails

tender whisper becomes night’s command

winter morning

old gods

stumble across roads

the empty house slips into a quiet dream

cold floor conundrum

the body

remembers nothing

winter cries of children linger in the hallway

invisible hand of wind draws ripples