How does a conundrum
begin or end...

Beauty
never came into it...

It's great
being young...

Mites
take little bites...

It's morning
though all I can see...

Nothing
but hot air...

The sadness
of self-destruction...

The pastoral symphony
played out...

The rosebuds
have a pink blush...

I'm out of sage
though...

How like bushfires
the drought is...

Floating teardrops across the sky
lovely line...