Apr 5, 2025
Hannah Peel | Spring Dawn on Mad Mile feat. Will Burns
There is no weather yet To define the day in those terms No brightness, or structural shadow Has revealed the line or flesh of anything The wood, the river, the guesthouse You could be dreaming of the curtain and the breeze across your back Of the outdoors, the heat Or the birdsong that appears to be everywhere Reports upon a sense of the unfamiliar that this hour alone is burdened with That spreads like leakage That becomes a drone
