Tag: creative writing

spring shadows wallow in silence

the evening light cast the concrete in sepia

dusk rain a heavy sigh of relief

dusting the didgeridoo the old gods join

just perfect tea and the spring novel

left arm numb you wouldn’t understand

stare down at coffeehouse crow wins

and perhaps a vaccine to rid us of our sins?

morning bus ride the half moon stalks

dusk prayer lit wick crackles in reply