growingpain

poetry

Not a day goes past It stands perfectly still Murmurs drift in the hedgerows Serendipity brews

The fear of being succeeded Not by fellow man, but by a shortcoming that will relinquish every last atom The crushing blow

Winter called and now calls Every hour is yours to lose For daylight bites your heals Freefalling through the bracken

Go forth and be

#whereitsdue #poetry