Tag: monostich

over hot coffee we relive the tundra

this flesh the culmination of warmth and frost and empty

bodies ply the streets with the burden of winter’s past

the spring crow melts away in the rain outside

the world resets itself in the hours between winter and spring

the mist misbehaves never settling for flesh or tree

the forest calls and these feet bring the sand of seas

stay them lips from the dusk light hungry eyes stray

this body bears witness to the cold sunrise on the rocky coast

body bare and innocent in the dark time unbound