Uncultivated, wild they bare their all,
By natures careful hand brought forth with love...

Time flies.
With every blink another year...

Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...

At dark of night she stood in wait
Repayment for...

So now what comes to pass
as flutters shift where...

The world looks so much better
When I’m hanging upside down...

A hole it was, a rabbit hole,
So small and neat and round...

Bristles caress canvas,
unloading their vibrant content...

Disquiet sits quietly
making mental notes...

The halls were decked
The table set...

So I’m standing here yet again
whilst the camera blinks...

To see the beauty
in a single snowflake...