Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Laneway meditation

Colour is returning
where winter had left bare
leaving only a tinge
of leggy shaped branches
and heavy mist

but I don't mind the dark
or the deep
it gives me comfort
knowing that life still exists
within that space

there's a cloud on
the horizon
when I look at it, I think of you
it has your shape

if I could touch it
I'm sure it would retract, back
into the sun
and return to the
intangible twilight