memories of distant pastures collected in an old tabacco tin
Tag: fantasy
snagged fishing line: curious the autumn spider strums it gently
a little country magic: an abandoned feather’s quill tip points to the nearest nest
vine and root creep tenderly upon the stillness of concrete: if I hadn’t said you wouldn’t have seen
sparrow flies low under the coffee tables: keeping it nice and cool under the radar
to the howling dog in autumn we say: let it all out love
flower for me and we will rule the grey: dismantling barbarism
the autumn bees and sounds of construction share a similar buzz
always there: a pale handprint on a beam of light
blades of grass defend a tiny dew pond: protect your quiet
