
Moon in the water
A breath of air through the leaves
Ripples at my feet
Copyright Francis 2023
Moon in the water
A breath of air through the leaves
Ripples at my feet
Copyright Francis 2023
And where do I walk?
My body follows the mind –
cold breath returning
Sleep – and there is death
the ever silent shadow
Living is the breath
Copyright Francis 2022
I am still breathing
The sun still rises each day
I am sovereign;
There’s nothing between nature
and me – media dispelled!
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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