Its been a bit of a long time since i have done this. Lost some inspiration. But i have found a muse

looking Forward

Light breaks through

Barely sneaking past your skin.

Warm wind brushes your cheek

spring breeze

New endings

Makes for new beginings

Bursts of colour

Like liquid

that broadens your horizens

working hands

touch the sun

with new buds opening

fire burns through the old

and brings in new.


Looking forward into spring- Tristan Sajona

late in spring

My next piece is called: Vapid twists and turns to a sudden halt

roaring winter still biting at our necks

Spring is still gone while the cold winter wind is still nipping at the nape of our necks

And up sprung iced shelves from the water and sun burned brightly the horizion begging for mercy, The harsh sun fights ferociously bitting at the clouds. Ice hold fast .

keep it sweet for moderate timing.