Spring’s discord
simmers in the
noon sun

A Raven
appears
And waits

Can green
landscapes
mend a ruptured psyche?

Sooth the
parchment
of an unquenchable desire?

I have seen
fire torch
the heavens

And hail
rain down
on delicate petals

The gentleness
of touch
smoothes the rough edges

And a lily’s
Scent
meanders

Come with me
now to a dark place
I shall not sin alone