kelwydd (don’t lie)

Fluttering leaves fall
Into soggy qualms.
Red dystopia
Leans into springtime,
Held without doubting
The chaotic birth.

Bitter differences
Laid bare to daylight,
With the light fading.
Truths befall grave lies.
Dark ends bitterly
Become sweet memory.

Lerned from these days
Of anxious turmoil.

Trystan Gwydion
MMXXIV