Authenticity
brought forth by age and old friends.
Ice melts into Spring.
personal
How does anyone tell the difference in sleepless wanderings and a steady message?
The wind howls in song
To prevent dream-fueled escape.
Feel the great oak sway.
“Once more unto to breach, dear friends, once more…”
It’s not that there is
nothing left. It’s over-full.
Flooding tides will ebb.
MKat Reclamations 