a cold gust snaps the spine and bends morale
Tag: art
piecing the snippets of this morning’s ginko
warm air watching bodies unravel
shadow looms under the dirty river surface
tintinnabulation the river crow hangs its head in prayer
no love is lost between the river and crow
the autumn river glows and remembers to flow
the squeal of river otters fills the grey
crescent at dawn guides the traveller with a smile
hands hunger for the gold upon cloud ridges
