#244 (first blood)

spring has drawn first blood I barely felt its gentle sting the itch a living memory while we went on to take back the night prying it away from Winter's last resolve glistening sweat on my chest   ¬© Matthias Geh, 18th April 2018  



the tears of a snowfish have been uncried and unsung until you step into a grey pudddle squeak-squeak-splash bless those noisy rubber soles surfing dark waters   the laughter of a snowqueen is fillling the neighbourhood bounces, ricochets, magnifies plink-plink-boom after the plow trucks mowed through red bricked streets   the heart of a snowfish … Continue reading #6