May 2017
The gloom feeds upon me
the sky, moaning, unafraid,
vulnerable
a slow moon rises
and disappears before it rains
the breeze, inviting me into the woods
what do we have, to lose
honey
the sky, moaning, unafraid,
vulnerable
a slow moon rises
and disappears before it rains
the breeze, inviting me into the woods
what do we have, to lose
honey
