backwards to nowhere

The willow tree with finger branches caresses the sky and lends a texture to the subtle colour.


Trapped within the gilded cage of self reflection escape engineered into the pattern in a ladder that climbs backwards to nowhere.


The ice has returned and the endless source of intricate designs obtained by merely placing a rectangular frame around the shapes that randomly represent everything that has no name in the place called inner space.


the cold

fish out of water
last gasp of seasonal air
fall's faded colours
weather change stops the trickle
frozen to familiar shape