Warm skin
I look at her as a curious magpie ready to strike.
Poetry
Observations, imaginations and yearnings rooted in ecology, nature conservation, forests and abstract ideas.
Love
The warmth is enticing.
Thickets under the sun
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took a walk to clear my muddled head. I took the road that no one saw.
Burden
The burden I carry can't be fit into a mere square.
Lost and found
In a jungle of mayhem I lost myself. Feathers ruffled, eyes groggy and feet pressing heavily on the ground.
St. Hallows Eve
Day 29 of 100 in my 100-day writing project