In the quiet hush of winter's end,
Where snow once lay, now flowers ascend...
Whispering winds in the midst of dawn,
Break winter’s grip, its coldness gone...
In the quiet of winter's end,
Where frost once claimed its reign...
Wind blowing through trees
The instruments of nature...
It was religion.
The yellow viper will strike...
Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars...
A medieval smile
picks up the frozen pain...
Joining back tribe
was not atonement...
Can you feel pulse
of a moment before it...
Wading in tears
you want to catch time. Sun...
Defining hunger
I become metaphysical...
Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...