Cracks in the sidewalk- Dirt lots strewn with broken dreams- Grey wings on rooftops- Trees spread through iron gateways- A forest of steel limbs Streets of the city. Drifting through life eternal, Ghosts sit on benches. Memories are painted…
Steam rises slowly, A layer of dust removed. Lazy day at end.
As the day draws close, Sacrifice to raise the sun. Perfect blossom gone.
Mountains cloaked in cloud Road stretched to the horizon Silence then thunder Dark…alone…running Sailing a jet-black river Timeless history Spring dust blocking sun Night shifts into muddy day Journey to the west
First robin brings luck. Shadows lengthen in the dirt, Tree branches spread wide.
Spring wind swirling blooms, Last chill borne upon the breeze. Dogs walk on the road.
Rain falls in the East, Flowers blooming pink and white. Nutkin grabs and runs.
The clock turns around, Sun dwells below horizon. Birds still fly at dawn.