It’s something special,
almost spectral
when clouds pass
and trees flood with light,
almost tropical green
against a dark sky,
as though, in the blink of an eye,
I am present in another world.
It’s something special,
almost spectral
when clouds pass
and trees flood with light,
almost tropical green
against a dark sky,
as though, in the blink of an eye,
I am present in another world.