Brian Hawthorne<p>The sweet morrow</p><p>A tulip bloomed<br>hurling chaotic light <br>across restive clouds <br>in an unsettled sky. <br>Rain showers, <br>pools, <br>and sloshes.<br>Pendulous plums <br>will wax and ripen, <br>mellow in the sun.</p><p>The sage sees past, present, and future connected in odd and fantastical ways, while the king of Shinar sees only deals in truck. As spring buds swell, a torrent of the awoken shall clear yesterday’s filth and make way for the sweet morrow. </p><p><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/LatteDivination" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>LatteDivination</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/CoffeeAugury" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>CoffeeAugury</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Galamancy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Galamancy</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/KitchenWitch" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>KitchenWitch</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Coffee" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Coffee</span></a></p>