Month: March 2022

day seven the virus crawls out from under ashes

day four discard this battered shell into fires

day one the virus has already won

here before a thousand times over this moment

cloud worm retreats with gaping maw

winter’s apology: spring

cold hands drag us away from shore

crouch and whisper to the evening winds

moon wane the primal urge subsides

the cold landscape speaks to us if we listen