Tag: poem

carrying emeralds on its back summer spider

burn bins grin through the summer night

bring to bed the dying ember

summer grey we’ve lost our way

what will become of fragile men in glass towers

dropping anchor and moving on to dreams

grey clouds gather just in time for a midday nap

light decay newborn shadows stumble

chasing after the dying light azure kingfisher

to the drenched gods we raise a toast of whiskey