Sharp teeth and strong head

Gnawing, chopping and felling

Saw and axe regret

Pale grassy reed stems

Divide murky swamp waters

Dark clouds in the marsh

Fierce white fangs bite hard

Piercing skin deep to the bones 

A frosty morning 

The expansive sky

Ever changing, never still

Uncapturable 

Falling angel wings

After the scene has finished 

Quickly discarded 

Long thin tree fingers

Creep across the canopy 

Woodland blood vessels 

The milk has been spilt

Trees felled, shells smashed, bridges burnt

And stitches undone

Rain on the skylight

In the attic curled up tight

‘gainst the stormy night 

Long pale limbs stripped bare

Whipped with wild winter winds

Sleep well summer trees 

This trusty shovel

Carves out another playground 

From the sandy gold

These steady oars point

Our bow towards the sunset

Red canoe rides high

Paddle through the reeds

Butterflies and sunset waves

Explore the island! 

Oil and vinegar

Together in the same place

Yet separated 

Tight as a drum skin

Pulled and stretched from every side

Beaten gossamer

Despite our mistakes

We make this a better place 

Or rather because 

Clear skies at sunrise

A purple tinged horizon

The door to our dreams 

Pink zebra striped skies

Looking for a place to hide 

Morning stars collide

Oak leaves turn orange

As flames devour their parents

Penny for the guy