I want to
cut loose the moon...
nudging mum for a
crafty suckle, her eldest...
sleeping
within polyanthus...
pink blossoms bow down
as I lie here silently...
By grassy edge of gallant pines,
I breathe the effervescent spring...
seven geese swim seven skies
across the wetlands, marsh, and tides...
She can change her mind
like the weather, which is true...
Bbbrrr
Coming is winter...
hanging, he plucks fruit;
spitting out the seeds across...
Upon the clothes line
willy-wagtail built his nest...
I've been dead for years
then she leaned against my back...
Autumn leaves decay
Winter's snow begins to freeze...