Some find my death beautiful …
Time accelerates, I hear it screechacross a canvas vast as space, nearbya body svelte…
The rooted and the whimsical agree, this is the time of year for swirls
The unclad ground froze in the frosty air.The altruistic trees fret on the sight of the…
Poised on the pivotal pointof nature’s pendulum,seasons procrastinateand postpone,standing at the crossroads,like people,wondering where to…
If I can’t be sureyou are safe,I will imagine your happiness
until it will become real.
Summer dies. The long days wane away.The heat in the sky melts like lead to liquid pools.The hills beyond are baked white as clay.Now creep…
Those chirping birds and the listening trees.