Excuse me! Waiter!
There seems to be a grasping
kraken in my soup.
Month: October 2015
Shrouded
StandardThe mountain, shrouded –
soft contours beckon the brave,
lure the foolhardy.
Respite
StandardA moment’s respite –
from the searing sunlight, from
the soaring beauty.
Mountains
StandardThe mountains beckon –
coaxing us out from behind
what is familiar.
Air
StandardThis is all we have –
this tiny pocket of air
‘twixt heaven and earth.