Love: A cold hard sky gnashes its teeth on the mountains
Love: A burn the colour of dull lead
Love: The last bird cries lonely on the moor
Love: The cold fills my head. It is crisp and smells of enchantment
Love: The earth sleeps while I ruminate on my stomach
Love: The wind rips the air from all around me
I drown in a world spun from darkness
All around
Darkness and Love.
Copyright © Christopher Hudson (2025)
