parapet high winter crows watch and learn
Tag: monostich
winter winds die out with a wail
gentle flow energy ripples out into the world
left behind by gods pond stones to tinker with
encore winter winds scream
the warmer memories elude this body
alongside us in the blue the old gods dive
cold currents sweep limbs downstream
winter noon the betta imagines a mad world
sum of our breaths the grey fog ahead
