It's that time again, is it?

My tablet and I continue to glare at each other, but I somehow managed to get it to cooperate long enough to do the linework of another knot. Still waffling on how to best dress it up.

On an unrelated note, it seemed that it was finally time for another section of Smoke and Serpentine. Not generally something I'd post, but given the time of year, I suppose a love note from Winter to Spring is at least a bit apropos.



V.

For a moment, I considered spring
flush with his alien hope
the sting of daybreak and celadon life

The vines slip through stone
in the innocent fashion of plants
and a cobweb of cracks wreathes the heart

My fingers itch to wander the soil
in search of secrets to unearth

Yet here they remain
and I ache to find contentment in his garden
for I am but a guest
and dread to tear the roots with careless greed.