Biting off more than you can chew


The distinct smell of rainfall on parched ground

Delivers a sensory impression of spring blossom


The voices of summer

Contradict the slight coolness of a soft breeze

Raising the issue of  illusion

Of the magician

That you were


Taking it too far

‘Biting off more than you could chew’

Consuming all

Until all that was left was the mortuary

Of your soul