Month: August 2018

Slow rolling fog
Silent breath, listening
To listening

Fading leaves
Shine the brightest
Red and yellow

Enter the darkness
The silent looming gloom
The chance to rise

The red fox
In the wet red grass
Begins her day

Midnight storm debris
Swept and torn by the wind
Chilling cold remains

From the red moon
Run the eastward path
To the rising sun

The thick air
Withholds it’s wealth
From the thirsty soil

Silhouettes
Needle beaks and blurred wings
Prepare for dawn

Wind-rustled leaves
Enter the forest
The air cools

Morning darkness
Just start running
The sun will come