Spring it’s great to see you
so glad you came my dear
it hardly seems a moment
since you were here last year,
we’ve had enough of grey skies
slush and wind and snow
if winter keeps you talking
say you have to go

forests green embrace my mind
the harsh branches look soft from the meadows behind
in fleeting moments birds shadows pass
and the trees move,
a hypnotizing dance
a melody’s whispering from afar
“the deeper the trees go the deeper they are”
i’ll try and listen to the songbirds warn
not to get lost in your hazel charms

He fed her with hands of plague,
and she embraced it with a heart
steeped in grace.
Falling sick, she wept—not from pain,
but in love.

Along the tideline
The sand ***** bustle about
Making sandy spheres

On the wall sits a
Huntsman spider very still
Nothing to see here

Winter
is a monochrome beast,
with freezing paws, an icy purr
and bits of autumn stuck in his fur