be moved – or be broken down
taken by the melody as it pUshes in at the edges,
like an owl in the dusk
silently signing the

We say we fall
in(to)
love

which is true, although, is it not also the case –
? love is where
we originate ?

So there you are,
pushing up snow-pink Magnolia
thirsty for the sun, the shire,
the hum of spring

I’m a Sucker for the Soul –
It’s just as I was always told
‘you should move away
from the
cold’

You see, I had
this
splinter
a red ring at the base