so we sink sweetly
into the earth
made pliant by the first kiss of
spring,
winter's snow-padded foot passing
along the plains, like a
steady smoke, fickle and fleeting
like the beat of a
bird's wings as it rolls
gaia in its eye
tyrants
By putrescent
the kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 ... More