still (day) life

the silence of the day hangs waiting in the light of the desultory sun this is winter the leaves have fallen down tree skeletons are pointed up there’s not a breath of wind yet it's peaceful the clouds lack energy enough to hold together they have spread themselves out across the sky the birds have …

season to season

the yellows and the oranges and the reds of the fallen overtaken by brown overtaken by the earth covered over by the white and the season creeps along hiding green deep beneath the grey of fog and the following reflected gleams of light from the sun low but shining © Frank Prem, 2017 June 2017 …

breeze and leaf

the breeze is playing tease with the last yellow leaf clinging to the surety of its branch fly with me come fly the breeze speaks wistfully of travel and of distance other trees and warm green fields fly with me come fly away seduced the flight is all tumult and skelter pell-mell and fury until …