
less than a fortnight
since the vines were in full bloom
beauty gone too soon


less than a fortnight
since the vines were in full bloom
beauty gone too soon

up up and away
the raven has found something
many mouths to feed

only believing
in what we can ascertain
leaves us ignorant

in a blink of days
rain and light synthesizing
the fullness of green
relentless the wind
not even stopping for breaks
ill will in the world