the marble is soft.
yet the chisel cannot bite.
sculpting the temple.
Archives for October 2014
death breath
crinkled broken leaves.
crisp like autumns damp cool air.
falling into death.
blazing hoary
goodbye summer sun.
winter’s shadow eclipsed heart.
you went down in flames.
maple red
in the capital
banging sticks are barking loud.
blood on the maple.
roll with it
with second chances
comes an opportunity.
please don’t roll snake eyes.
make alchemy
when nothing changes
we can only help ourselves.
chrysalis begin.