winter sun
the trees ghosts
of a daydream
The Night Sky Is A Closet
the crescent moon
a hanger where
I drape my daydreams
Daydreams
the world
is muted and precise
all at once
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
winter sun
the trees ghosts
of a daydream
the crescent moon
a hanger where
I drape my daydreams
the world
is muted and precise
all at once