Spring Poetry Contest

All Is Well In The Waters (@tlthornes)

I sink in deeper in the surface of the water
mine own hollow'd corse growing heavy like leadeth
ginger wires knott'd in mine own scalp scatter like ripples
eyes' windows fluttering close with a wedding dance with death

lief enow, air bubbles rise up like haze
a dying summer in the midst of the winter in February
like embers of oak caressing the fireplace
pleading with coldness in the evening dreary