The Wilting
Steve | February 2, 2011
The early days begin with so much
Warmth and promise. They hold the vast
Expanse of the world, nay, of all the cosmos.
We slip and trip and fall, but always
We raise ourselves and start anew.
Each breath, each step, each tingling of
The nerves within the skin announces
The start of newness, of wonder, of beauty.
But oh, when the days [...]

