dusk
the subtle message
in the winds
dusk
the subtle message
in the winds
mid noon walk against the cold gale
a few strands of hope surviving winter
crushing dirt
between fingertips
winter garden
alien markings on lizard’s back after dawn
of shadow and forms red curtains close
a strange hunger plagues the poet’s mind
the light brings no comfort this winter night
emerging from dirt the dragon’s maw
dream resonance
a familiar ghost
from the past