Five-a-Day: Day 13: 12th of February

Trace and rain upon the hill

Blotches and mounds form in droves

Clouds cresting at the bluff

The mud trickles down and washes around our ankles

Whispers sneak in the wind and call tomorrow

Slanting upwards and crawling on

Wringing grass from root and soil from Earth

Heaving and hoping

Yearning to be redeemed

The final frontier