shadow offering

The banks of the River Thouet are speckled with dandelions. They are so cheerful, with their rise-and-shine faces as if the plant world had just manifested the essence of smiles. Just one week before they were not here, but now they look up at me with their bright plump faces, the plumpest I have seen…

not waiting for Spring

I watched an old man crying into a baby’s arms And I watched a soldier dying after promising no harm I saw that time was flying like the dust of his last lie But something kept me turning towards Something deep inside. Seasons come down to me, hold me, bring me here now Seasons remind…