The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
Pinprick curl: You and I. Fold and grow... Fold and grow. All things must… All things must. Divide… To align. Divide… To survive. Built to… Built to go: To fall from the counter To linoleum and rubble Below.
It seems so long ago The night sky glowed above on cloudless nights Absorbed with fascination by wide and hopeful eyes Each and every star filled With purpose With wonder A line in a story which unfolded Time and time again Renewed once more at the setting of the sun But it would seem The … Continue reading The Path We Prior Trod