voices of spring consumed by the greedy fog
Month: April 2024
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