Season change

the grey sky has split off.
and melted over the mountains
over the town and the waters.
it became the ink of my sorrow
my hands are cold
and my heart is trembling
among lonely walls of dark blue.

we dust off the fog
that hangs on the branches
and put the daylight away
in hay scented cases
or in well washed jars
kept for the solstice.

prepare your heart for the mist
for the smoky blues
and cleansiness.


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Listen to some The Tumbled Sea, it's lovely.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c43T8n…

Goodbye premium membership was nice.