Mocking
The leaves are down Floating green in the puddle Spring mocking autumn
The leaves are down Floating green in the puddle Spring mocking autumn
Thinking of L’viv, Dried up fountains and friends. It could be today.
Escaping by bike Take the unknown way or road Until it finds home.
Writer’s block: colon Constipated, words don’t flow. Ahhhh…road’s sweet release.
Returning spring sun Bathes my back with warmth Cold waits in the shade
An old knife cuts time Returning memories lost In the now I stay.
Dwellers are no more A ghost village sits empty Thrush returns for spring.
Fox crosses night’s path Twin gems glimmer in the hedge Ending in a blink
Slush slides from the roof Landing on my bicycle I jump in terror
Snow nature’s baffle Blossoming with woollen gloves Spring lies forgotten