Fresh after evening rain
snails awake
to dine on tender shoots
and all that is moist
and dew washed.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
Oh WordPress
And your innumerable
Rising stars,
How can I please
Your, oh so, fickle heart?
Perhaps, it is folly to even try.
And one should only make art
To satisfied the I,
Seeking purely the joy
Of creating it.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.