The rain draws lines swallowed up the oak’s expanse
As its clamoring voices soothe me to sleep.
The grass will need clipping, and so will my soul, after this watering.
Shadowlands
a leap and a hope
The rain draws lines swallowed up the oak’s expanse
As its clamoring voices soothe me to sleep.
The grass will need clipping, and so will my soul, after this watering.