
All seems to be well Seasons progress as they should Distant cries of doom Copyright Francis 2022

Oak-seers’ footsteps
hid by winter’s frozen shawl –
Whispers on cold winds
Copyright Francis 2022

A web clings
with limpid fragility
to the fractured sapling,
timorous in air’s breath,
long left by the spinner
of autumn’s lair
Copyright Francis 2021