a mist ascends the mountains on
the very eve of spring.
obscurring the horizon,
blurring edges of the trees.
not it's intent to blind us to
what gifts the day shall bring,
but to properly remind us
all is not as it may seem.
the very eve of spring.
obscurring the horizon,
blurring edges of the trees.
not it's intent to blind us to
what gifts the day shall bring,
but to properly remind us
all is not as it may seem.