moon's face was hiding~

inferno~

soon buds appear~

small tight nubs

will flourish into juicy buds

spilling forth bright hues of green

lost within~

there's a harbor lost within the reeds

there's an island hidden in the sound

and sorrow fills the silence all around

marsh's eye~

ready for color~

and spring brings color....

anticipating the palette it brings

moon~

winter will melt away~

note~

imageless wednesday.....

needing sleep~

hoping for some dream traveling tonight...