Desc from FA:
Small thing I wrote up sitting at the bus stop the other day.
Dormant branches reach up like fingers
to a cloudless sky,
where not even the bravest of crows fly,
and not a drop of summer's rain lingers.
Still the wind breathes,
stirring dead leaves.
The sun shines down bright,
warming only those under cover,
while the wind brushes like a lover
with the promise of a frozen night.
Raindrops like tears, slide down the road. Carefully trimmed plants strain with all the strength of Earth's lament against the cage of man's design. Perfect shapes for imperfect people as a rogue vine chokes out the steeple. Trees arranged...
Warmth running through my veins, siren song of flame. It seeks for me to give it the reigns, as if it could be trusted to remain tame. Anger, joy, and righteous pleasure, wonder too, in equal measure. Burning tracks into my brain, the...
Marching men in rows Meet inglorious ends As a boy carelessly sends them all to heated bowls. A mishap with fire as he melts them down, to fill molds hand-grown. Mother comes in, face most dire: "Well that's what ya get for settin' yerself...