I followed fox tracks
Through the bramble and nettle
My legs still tingle
Month: November 2019
10th November 2019
Drag me deeper down
Deep into the black abyss
Where our fears reside
9th November 2019
Your pure morning light
Spins and weaves a golden web
Through the furry frost
8th November 2019
Autumn turns to rust
Fresh blood running down my leg
Hold it together
7th November 2019
Deep in the thicket
Tangled up in my own horns
To resignation
6th November 2019
Creepily we crawl
Betwixt decaying leaf mould
Our shells on our backs
5th November 2019
The falling leaves ask
Do we want to be happy
Or rather wallow?
