Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

semper tristis

this cold will always prevail through and through
back twisted and rootwise, soiling the hours held
precariously, our earthbound slips and starts
buried in the deep hush below

if this is your disquiet
if here is where the start ends and the end begins
then bleed until drip-dry
a sonorific slip of torqued tongue

no matter the distance, the shadows keep chase.

Funnily enough, the photo is not the same as what the words convey, but yet still fits.

The picture brings you down to earth and the poem talks “of earthbound slips and starts
buried in the deep hush below”

Death?

Interesting imagery.

andophiroxia: maybe hope rings eternal, whether that be spring after winter, or life…

adeleke : it is just words and pictures, in a way. please make of them what you will.