Steak SandwichA taste of red leaps and bounds all over the place, flashes of gold splash around.The waitress's words feel soft as wool as she asks,"Does everything taste all right?"It does, but it's not that simple.Beef gets torn apart with every bite,Chewed through, crunched throughThe fried onions are spiky, and jab at my tongue while making crackling sounds under the pressure of teeth.The bread is rough and tough, all of the softness toasted out of it.There's too much else going on here for one to just taste their food.
*Transformed*Underlying changeNurtured by spring rainProliferation
Bloomers blossoming camelliaspopping with coloragainst February’s grey-even more impatientfor spring than I
Stubbornrebuffed by chillinggust, I linger regardlessfor Shimmering Stars
*Fever*Green spring heart. Emerald affair pending.Delice194126.2.15
AvalancheWhite smoking waves ripand engulf the evergreens,chiseling mountains.
Winter's BlanketThe sleeping trees inthis forest are covered bya blanket of snow.
Soundwavesin an enchantedcocoon of the sweetest BirdsongI lay in Darkness
HaikuTussen de stiltevan de sparren vraagt een uilme om het wachtwoord....Between the silenceof the silver-firs an owlasks me the code word.
au pont mirabeauI look down the bridgebent over the edgeat the water so prettythe water so tametranquil and aflamewith the lights of the city
British PetroleumWaves turn sand to mudOil washed away like darknessThat sad, long lost mess