Yutka

You were easily hooked when I found you in mid-winter, met you on a cool date to melt the ice so we both could breathe. Ring a ring a roses, you brought your posies You could have been a lion

Ah, those emerald ephemeral days, they pass with seasons! The early autumn months where greens have reason to convert to gold. A trace of blood imbues the speckled scene with thought like dabbled shades of sadness,