Tag: creative writing

winter dusk

trail of petals leads to

little one

the rasp of leaves in the winter dark

corridor garden flicking worm from flower

hypnotic

the ceiling fan

gently spins

morning crows taunt the living and frail

winter half moon night has taken its share

after dawn

flesh against leaves

learning to feel

soot and soil blackened fingertips scavenge

dredging dead matter winter surface

next door the cigarette smoke fills paradise