bygone rays brush me butterfly speckles adorned you leave me in twos
Achernars’ River Ends
tides fall flat one month southern skies on the mares' trail the stars end with you
halves
you bud like spring leaves graupel on the tips of tongues returning in six
The Chase
Wicked wings slosh springs placing seeds into blossoms my sun turns to hell
Budding Blossoms
scuttle round old ponds there are stories in petals diluted memoirs
