Juvenile Oak trees
Keep their red leaves all winter
It’s called marcescence
11th January 2019
Greenish goads grow gold
On our rugged robust rods
Spiny evergreens
10th January 2019
Slowly the snow drops
Fluttering flurries unfurl
Seizeing the daylight
9th January 2019
Where there is no sound
Beneath the cold leafy ground
That’s where I’ll be found
8th January 2019
Now all that remains
Of your hopes and dreams and fears
Are the inward parts
7th January 2019
Goning on a walk
Birds glid and glode by the lake
We fellund right in
6th January 2019
As the daylight ebbs
And memories fade away
The road never ends
