Drizzling cold grass
Softly harsh Sampora in my mouth
And Carla playing with my hair
Helping
Sunlight filtering soft-slow like the
Dimmer switch of the earth rolling up
Chill on my nose and dripping eyebrows
Barren oaks & connifers still green
but not cold
Something warm bubbling up
Leaft over from yesterday
This morning
And the wind is Surreal
Like my mother caressing me