Whispers of souls Can’t quite be grasped Goes right through you

Tongue circles Blossoming red folds Summer is coming

Erratic ordered Ashamed people rushing To ignite economy

Time Separated Connected in spirit Intuitive mind

_house bodied red wine __toasts skagen in the old town _rested travelers

Path of aloneness A way of principalled thought Focus in your sphere

Sloshed bow waves At fretting pursuers Crisp autumn leaves

Hands waving thin air Woft petals from a blooming rose Summer shadows cast