down the winding road
trees snaking up to the skies
paving peace on path
Morning
down the winding road
trees snaking up to the skies
paving peace on path
down the winding road
trees snaking up to the skies
paving peace on path
A bee, tree, carefree
hip, like tip-dyed teenagers
lining sunset roads
piercing shards of cold
as passing through walking ghost
winters be crazy
As child starved all night
tugging at its mother’s heart
laps, laps, lake water
bobbing head
to whistling wind
last leaf