Month: April 2024

voices of spring consumed by the greedy fog

damp earth the eye in the sky floats amongst flowers

sleep tugs at eyes but the flesh defies the voices

burning eyes and blocked ears pool water follows me places

take you from tongue to brink of the forgotten world

small bites the muffin and the sparrow vanishes

between cracks in the concrete a sapling surveys the grey

down by the stream that no one knows watching the allfather glide effortlessly

basking in the timelessness of gentle sun rays

spring forecast soft days ahead stay and have some tea