Fallen

More by Acer Sacharrum

  • I Stand

    Slowly,

    I stand, 

    simmering in the seraphic summer sun, softly

    stammering silly sayings,

    smiling at the shining sky.


    Solemnly, 

    I sit,

    in the scenes of September, singing

  • Moving

    I’m moving. 

    I’ve found a little place in the Past, 

    It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear, 

    And things aren’t working out Here, 

    So I’m settling for memories. 

  • It Begins

    It begins —

    This thing call Spring —

    With sunshine and birdsong

    Slowly infused into everything.

    It begins with

    Deep brown rivers gauged in viscous dirt roads,

    As the frozen ground thaws and overflows.