Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Burnt summer air
A sparrow perching on a branch
Coffee in hand
Welcoming the morning

Saturday, March 31, 2018

The Flute Concert

Eerily creeping upward
From the dark recess of the mind
Lilting desolation
Solitude hangs in the air
Still as death
Emerging on the other side
Poured like silk on wounds
Healed over by time