Month: August 2021

noon rain the day quieter by the minute

subtle the cold skin ripples with touch

the words cold flow back into this dimension

the morning light cold on our skin

mesmerising fumes in the morning light

burn bin the illusion of summer mist

dusk a handful of sand for safe passage

after the rain we return to silence

the cold creeps through the concrete cracks

never a threat until the drizzle becomes a storm