
Waving twisty limbs
in my park, casting magic—
deciduous trees.

Waving twisty limbs
in my park, casting magic—
deciduous trees.

Blurry on the edge
waking on Wednesday mornings
classic hangover

Winter’s a tough time
we are all doing our best
even the weak sun

No one’s wandering
a pall descends over head
winter is coming.