still of the evening
still of the evening
brings forth sounds of the city
orange horizons
still of the evening
brings forth sounds of the city
orange horizons
with fermentation
and bubble infused liquid
sunday afternoons
hold to that moment
that very first realization
when eyes are lagging
a quiescent tree
holding fast through the winter
whencefore comes th spring
wisps of spider thread
dancing in the evening breeze
a butterfly
sip a cup of tea
and feel yourself come alive
power of tannins
forces aligning
within the morning quiet
there will be trouble
shouting at the void
primal communication
quiet voice answers
stifling a yawn
the depth of my disinterest
introvert at heart
our true former selves
wondered at the world to come
but who are we now