Tag: fiction

the roar of spring winds drowns out the rush of the freeway

dusk clouds gather and cradles the silence for the day to end 

first light: a burst of feathered raptors shredding the pale sky

an old god drags his cane tip in the dirt drawing imaginary borders

deep we descend into the forest grim before summer touches our soul

spring the rain brings life to the city’s stillness

deep into the forest: is where the city goes to die

i miss the coast: its sharp edges and unforgiving winds where even the hardest of men turn soft

someone or something unseen clears its throat and the sound hangs strangely in this lonely space

wings flutter and the odd old tree groans