willow fluff,
as if in fairytale,
dances slowly…
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…
blue butterfly
your existence is enough
in this season…