Living merely in my autumn leaves, watercourses and clouds, like a kissed harvest pulled by longings silenced promises and as unwillingly begged, hard nightflowered and teared   The forest sun-striated (Dreamed in Life’s Windsnare) meanwhile the raining leaned in slowly, hesitent steps   (Watching melting, hectically dripping under springsun’s might)   In stonelee will soon … Continue reading WINDSIDES