Trickle
Published in
Mar 23, 2024
Whispers creeping,
lies seeping
into woven fabric
weeping
like moss on stone
in the dreary haze
of a weary world.
Wind whipping whirls whispers,
a breeze of liquid streams —
finding cracks,
forming murmuring creeks
mumbling teary drips,
trickling —
undulating inundating ripples
of ignited flows upon leery stones
beaten and shaped over time.