Not long now,

Before the fields,

Start to bloom. ...

Fortunately,

In our village,

It’s the local beer, ...

Days fall away,

Like specks of dust.

And like fallen ash, ...

Bared teeth.

Eyes bulging.

Snarling. ...

Drink dear butterfly.

Then fly,

Float, ...

“What do you see,

When you look me?”

Cracks and flaws, ...

Some days,

All we need,

Is a bit of tape, ...

Three wheels,

Without passengers,

Scaling a wall. ...

Youth,

When emotions,

Washed over me. ...

With every passing day,

A bond,

I never imagined, ...

Early autumn.

Quiet,

Breezy days. ...

Write on me.

Paint,

Re-arrange, ...

Soon it’ll be spring.

The old,

Will give way, ...

Sometimes it’s worth stopping,

To look up,

And around. ...

There’s a ghost,

In my closet.

No matter how I rearrange, ...

Let’s celebrate.

Have a drink,

Talk, ...

River’s overflowing,

And cold.

Dried leaves, ...

She’s out there.

Somewhere.

Inside, ...

Dive in.

Feel the silky coolness,

Caress every pore, ...

Never imagined,

Watching a sunset,

Facing away, ...