two old friends
winter and summer seldom meet
but when they do
they argue terribly.
when I am with one
I find myself being autumn
and when with the other
I am spring.
sight
holding a butterfly
in my hands
I peek in from one side,
while letting light in from the other;
and the more I see
the freer it becomes.
*Tristan Moss lives in Sheffield where he works as an English language teacher. He has had poems published in Magma, Obsessed with Pipework, Snakeskin, The Journal, Elimae and Alba.