Brindle Peaches

• May 15, 2020
• Expressing

Daffodil light slinks wordlessly across the window framed by nascent strength bordered with seeping ambivalence. Ghost grey gulls stir the sky undulating airborne ideas of lonely placeholders, insidiously waiting watching listening pretending to be invisible under aspen shadows. Paper white sheafs fall like apple blossoms from eager and accommodating branches, trampled under the feet of…