on a purple sky,
the halo of the moon
is a ring of gold…
on a purple sky,
the halo of the moon
is a ring of gold…
willow fluff,
as if in fairytale,
dances slowly…
sharp spring thunder
through a soft cloud cover
pierces the earth…
the earth is ripe,
crackee open and ready –
planting seeds time…
when blossoms fall,
trees look heavier and sadder
from lost innocence…