The evening sun
on its low trajectory
projects wall patterns.
by Scooj
The evening sun
on its low trajectory
projects wall patterns.
by Scooj
The unforgiving
cruelty of Winter breaks
hearts with false promise.
by Scooj
Blind from the sun’s kiss,
a sweet inconvenience
of Winter’s orbit.
by Scooj
How long must we wait
to revel in warmth again
and bathe in sunlight?
by Scooj