Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Spring With Room to Move





'Cause I can't give the best
Unless I got room to move.
Room to Move by John Mayall


Warm sun after ice
A frost broken narcissus
Rabbits nibble on grass

Fog, reed, the dark lake
Fish jumps out of a sudden
Warm light in the hut

Prevailing darkness
A hole in the morning sky
Bright light on the way

Spring flowers
And now snow again
Keep on sweeping

Between the torn clouds
Morning starts with pastel light
A hawk sailing high

Wiper with ribbon
A strap swaying in the wind
Changing plate letters

New moon in bright black
Suffocated dialogs
But the wind whispers

Between the torn clouds
Morning starts with pastel light
A hawk sailing high



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