spring's bluebells
carpet the...
Whiteness would mutate
though never ceases away...
Sheer drop of lightning
takes the brown...
Misreading?
the time zone, clock...
The moon is out of reach despite my need
to pull it from the space it occupies...
Do not count.
Do not return my poems...
Staring At The Window.
I stare out the pane...
Almost reached.
Your tongue slips...
You tie a
sacred thread to...
How can our leaders make pledges
And we all promise to do our bit...
You collapsed?
on the stairs in frenzy...
Heart shivered
as jack frost...