Apr 2018
Leaves swoon
as fog hugs the tree
kissing its pores
with open wet lips
the breeze hisses in jealousy
the sun
looks away,
the sparrow
laments
her lost love.
On a foggy morning.
as fog hugs the tree
kissing its pores
with open wet lips
the breeze hisses in jealousy
the sun
looks away,
the sparrow
laments
her lost love.
On a foggy morning.
