In the dawn you can hear the leaves fall,
pounding and thundering like Hannibal’s elephants.
the music of the stillness, the violence of the crows…
a rabbit in the park thawing frozen grass beneath her tiny steps.
a pink sky to the east,
and the falling, raging leaves.
Shout-out to my wife for discovering this band. Bravo, Jenn. Bravo!
“I never desire to converse with a man who has written more than he has read”