spreading

beautyof spring

dandelions

hanging on 

two sides of the knife

 politics

putting an end to

sounding speculations

the streaming silence..

old forest temple
the branches nod their heads
and  weave as fans.

every beginning

meets others

beginnings

in whole

or in part.

in between you and me

the azure sky

sprinkles

showers of silence.

harsh words
exchanged in between
murky squabbles.