Aug 2020
This morning is not
just a shadow of me.
But a dancing
of the trees.
The bite of a new
unwelcome spring breeze.
My ennui should call
for a falling of leaves,
to dot this sunrise.
just a shadow of me.
But a dancing
of the trees.
The bite of a new
unwelcome spring breeze.
My ennui should call
for a falling of leaves,
to dot this sunrise.
