Trees make a bad choir

The woman, out-of-seasonally in
her winter's attire, fire-red
jacket and woolen cap, snaps
off rounds of sermons. Full-on
leafy, on a late-spring's early
morn, the parked trees stretch and stand
stately in their disbelief.

ouroboros

an
ouroboros
hour devouring
its all. our's to flow
and flower. to borrow
more
ouroboros hours