Life sprouts from the cold, damp earth and
past hurts fade as the sun’s light skulks into morning…

Breathe in The sallow’s branches sway back and forth with unpredictable rhythm sing and silence Stolen words whispered in hushed tones “No one’s heard a single word I’ve said”, he says wordless “They don’t sound as good outside my head”, he says uncertain the crown opens and light spills into shadows aurora, slow rain drops…