see the woods drop to bare,
lush jungled being a blink-
seasons liminal breath.
savage, sticky emptiness,
flying geese through
the bramble, naked
bark framing blue,
sharp, so like grace- the path clear,
space to move through.
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC
see the woods drop to bare,
lush jungled being a blink-
seasons liminal breath.
savage, sticky emptiness,
flying geese through
the bramble, naked
bark framing blue,
sharp, so like grace- the path clear,
space to move through.
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