gnarled roots....

You never saw the brown that was not brown…
…the swirls of blue and green; a film of a softer sheen....

…and that moss; so crisp and fragile, crusted…
…that flake;
blossoming grey of twilight stars…

where were Your eyes…
…where was Your voice..?
i could find neither, i could see neither
when i tried to tell you of the madness in my mind

pine cones are slugs on the road
scales ripped and screaming against the hard, unyielding colour of dawn

hard on concrete
hard on asphalt

hard

…on unshielding Love…