Saturday, May 11, 2019

Alone

Pressed to the edges of the hedgerow
smoothed gesso'd field laid pristine in its awakening

Spring

heralds a whiteness born of shadows
birch tree lined
labyrinthine
to be lost is to found and lost again

here I remain
resolute

unyielding in my discomfort made blue
by this May Sky Morning 

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